Fratricide and usurpation of the throne of Egypt. Decadence and decay. Mass slaughter and the torment of thousands of human souls. Take your pick, o' leader.

[ He'd rather voice them, one after another, than allow anyone to glean them from his mind. There is the hint of a firm wall, shot through with dark vines and flowering red blooms; a beautiful desert flower, deadly and causing such agony. Behind that fragile defense, is the outpouring of a sentiment: I will die before I let you look.

Perhaps outside of their Communion, he is already holding an improvised weapon to his throat. Ready to spill his life and take secrets and truths to the grave. ]

I must return them all to Duat. To do that, I must have my world whole. They are waiting for me there, my son and my wife. My family.