His hesitation didn’t go unnoticed as she withdrew from him before he begins to banter and preach once more. Her lips draw back and her teeth shine bright like the white power surrounding them. “The religion is my own. You condemn what would do not know. You say I am faith, but you doubt my expansion of the faith that is my own, a religion no one has been taught to another. I bow to no higher beings. As for your place and voice, a council debates together or am I mistaken? Tell me Atum, do you wish me to kill all those I see potential in and spare the parasites at your command? Good and evil were broken and set again. Do you ask me to condemn those who can be part of balance?” Her words were filled with bitter anger, this was not the way she desired or perceived things to go. “I wish to teach you what I have come to in hopes you would understand, not to reject your teaching, knowledge, or wisdom. Merely welcoming you into what I have grown to know and understand while out of your presence.” She was disappointed and far too angry but waited until he continued.

Standing before his sitting figure her throat tucked carefully and her jaws snapped before him it was clear her voice was over flowing with anger and her temper didn’t give way to any hint of the ability to control her tongue. “When have I subjugated you? I have made requests and offers but I’ve never sought for you to bow in submission under my paws or grovel like a starving pup at its mother's teat or jaws. You are my teacher but do you expect me to bow at your paws and beg forgiveness like a child. You speak of me weakening myself so what are my flaws?” Her chest rumbled in a growl, the fight to remain with her jaws stilled was difficult but she didn’t want a fight to break out between them, even if she couldn’t fully comprehend why.

The way in which Atum continued to phrase things only let the torrent of her own rage filled words to overflow; “You assumed these are mortal beliefs that I have adopted. Fear is a foolish thing but a good tool for the weak minded and I am seeing now.” She stops before her speech on love, she knew passion and lust but she had yet to know love but it was still something she wanted to taste at least once. She allowed the anger to fall from her features and her gaze simply fell to callous disappointment. “I was expecting you to be by my side. For you to state your beliefs and trust that I wouldn’t condemn but defend them as well as what I found for myself. I would heed your advice but hope you would trust me to what I felt was right.” She sighed deeply. Should it had been any other she wasn’t certain she would tolerate it or offer so much as a word only teeth or departure for the situation altogether.

Her look was cold and disappointed; “I don’t claim to know what you want entirely Atum, but it was never in my desire to replace you.” Sekhmet turned her back to him and moved a short distance away before glancing back. “If you find no pleasure here and want to leave I don’t blame you.” Perhaps he was worth more to be something taken between his jaws perhaps she was weak for not ravaging his flesh like it was a stranger still, for now, she remained unwilling. She moved to the trunk of a tree a few feet away almost certain he was going to make his departure. This conversation definitely turned out less pleasurable than she could have hoped her deepest assumption being her closest companion would be gone be it her own fault or not. She simply waited in silence, she would either hear his paw steps or his words; as much as she desired the latter, she wasn’t even certain she had the words to say anymore.