[ She really hits the nail on the head. In some way, she knows this so-called 'evil god' is astray, unmoored. He is in agony, turmoil that echoes and resonates within him and yearns to fold itself into her embrace. She is the mother he never really had, the one he wants to hide his face in the lap of and become small, to redo everything in his life with her guidance. Nut had never. Ra had said the gods were not meant for familial love, the way humans were. ]

The two sides of this battle are really not that different.

[ He sighs it, beyond dejected. Somewhere numb and quiet. ]

You're far too elusive with your words. You play into emotions over anything of substance. You give nothing away, hinting only at nebulous transactions and knowledge we aren't to know. What choice is there, really?

[ He'd pick her. In a heartbeat. His despair yearns for her comfort. ]

If I come, on my own, to see my choice as a mistake... will you still accept me?