His brothers knew him to be the one son of Mira that had hoped for brightness beyond the illustrious breeding that formulated him. He yearned for freedom, for happiness, for making the world so that others might be happy too. He drank it in and when he could he tried to share it back with those who found themselves in his company.

Sakhmet could abide none of it. She chides him, claiming his hopeful proclamations and conceptualizations to be arguments alone. His face of hope of having her realize that Eness could have her best friend yet, that Sakhmet could have her heart’s love yet, lost. "Not every creature has selfish motives or finds the investment of themselves into others they care for to be somehow a waste of time." He knows now that because he is not Eness, he is worthless to find a means to happiness for her or even to help guide her toward what might have been happiness in the end.

She bids him run to his brothers and this time she does not deny her. There was only so hopeless a pursuit that could be run before one needed to stop before hearts burst or lungs frayed. He knows it to be this way now. She was not interested in sharing the burden of her pain, was not interested in the hopes of tomorrow. He left her to do as she willed, to return and see what had become of his brother and his Soul Sewn - for he had seen it in Antares enough to identify it in the brother he had most contact with.

He walks, now, letting himself be lost in his thoughts. Sakhmet was free to do as she willed in private.