#maatreshiram

Deva

…Hm.

I’ve lived long enough to have to reasonably ask: Why? 

Not to be ungrateful, but your aura reads rather conflicting signals…

“Call it what you want, it’s only natural. After all, you are also separated from your other half.” She snorted. “Shameful.”

Her fires burned, steaming the surface of the water so the room began to sag with humidity. She was being irrational, but alas, it was hard to look the embodiment of idealism in the face and not instantly want to kill it.

No matter how impossible it was. It would never be satisfying. This wasn’t Anubis. This wasn’t her Zekrom.

“If I didn’t personify everything that you lack, I’d call you a liar,” Maat said, shifting on her foot. “Zekrom don’t usually build things outside of minuscule unstable societies, and empires that eventually crumble under the slightest bit of pressure. War is so like you. Did you build toys for your little city? How cute.”

“Travel safely. Don’t let your egg become the lord of its own refuse lest the vermin make a home in your nest as well.”

@asktheboxghosts

“The obsidian is my child. If it had been me, this universe would have already died.”

“You seek out some and leave the rest to chance.”

“You reek of mortal morality.”

“You didn’t ask for this?”

“Nobody ever asks to be born. They are made by whoever wills them into this world regardless of what that does to the universe.”

“Go back to a universe that wants you.”

Maat falls silent. Something has happened.

“It seems to be calming down for now.”

“I will not save you.”