[there is nothing more serious and tragic than two friends facing each other like this. Law, at least, is not afraid of Atem - his life is safe, for what it's worth. That mention gives a shape to the shadow in his mind]

Yeah, the gods. Fuck them. We're not allies, anymore, we're just tools to them.

[his eyes narrow, then, looking the willowy pharaoh up and down for any sign of betrayal]

Why do you keep wanting me to go home? What's waiting there for me? I won't be cornered.