“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.”