Her gaze tightens as well as her lips at his words and mumbled curses before she responds stiffly in the tongue she has grown into best; “I have done what I could to keep you hidden, what ever blame falls on me it would be mine alone. The weak, those that will not grow, they will die. They may hide in the safe places for a time but there is no true peace. I was merciful. He didn’t suffer between my teeth.”. Sekhmet is cautious before continuing; “You tell me you have heard and seen but is seeing not the truth? If it is truth question me on that. Words are easily made to be lies, would you believe my own over those from another?”. It was surprising when her temper had remained unchanged and she kept from lashing in defiance to his words.

Sekhmet listens to him carry on but his body language and pacing drive her to the edge of her limits and as he speaks before coming to stand in front of her she growls deeply glowering at him, with disappointment in her eyes. Thinking deeply about the language she learned she tried to compose herself before continuing; “So are you going to leave too? My soul was shattered and is now gone what makes you different.” her teeth were barred but the warning and threat behind them were false as she continued; “I have murdered, I’ve watched my own attack others and didn’t have time to stop them, I picked a fight that I didn’t intend to pick and I managed to live when I should have been killed. I have felt passionate caresses from a male and female but I am still cursed by this weakness I can’t kill or bury, only chase away but it keeps coming back.” her teeth snapped together and her gaze cast mostly to Atum’s chest. While she trusted him she knew better than to let her safety be compromised.

Lifting her head to look at him she kept her eyes adverted unable to bring herself to look into his own. “I suppose that is one's interpretation, perhaps to you, I have not where others I have been hidden. Some things, I can’t hide but I will fight until my last breath to bury it and take back all that was taken from me.” Pausing she tried to relax before proceeding any further. “My name is Sekhmet. If you walk away I will not hunt you, but not even you can stop me from seeking revenge for all that was taken from me.” She wouldn’t plead with him to stay nor would she tell him his worth to her, it had to be his own choice. She would wait for him to speak or simply walk away her anger turned to a pained and sorrowful expression.