He continues to give breath to the argument, seeming as keen to let it live as he had done upon their run. Sakhmet had did not think to ever find someone so stubborn, to put forth so much effort into something he could not find reward from. Did he mean to distract her then, so that she would not return too soon? No, the grey mare pushes away the thought, as again she looks away from him.


“Do you thrive for the sake of argument, Aldebaran?” she asks, delicate face tilting slightly. “You came to comfort me with a run, yet it has become much more than that. Unless you do have other motives, then wouldn’t your efforts be a waste of your own time?” Sakhmet, sighed then, looking the direction in which the others would be. Had they even noticed them gone, or too wrapped up in each others company upon this star strewn night?


“You should return to your brothers.” she sighed, thinking he had given too much of his time to this pointless cause. Though she did wonder, if he was always this passionate, why had his love fancied his brother? And for him to not hold venom in his heart towards his kin, at least that she heard, was miraculous in its own right. Sakhmet would not pry into his pain any further.