Sky Mesa isn’t truth supposed to set you free?

The Hemet-nekheb's title was riddled with foreign words he didn't know the meaning of, but he assumed they held great importance to her and her people. He listened carefully and picked the appropriate term to refer to her.

Muat-riya, he said in turn of the fellahin's introduction, bowing as he spoke. I'm Cornelius—it's a pleasure. That much he was certain of—and it seemed the feeling was mutual! I'd be honored if I'm the reason, although he wasn't sure why that'd be; he was so ... ordinary compared to her.

When asked why he traveled, he frowned and looked away, looking up at the looming mesa. To think and clear my mind, he answered. I've learned some unfortunate information, and I'm trying to decide how I move forward knowing what I know.