Hathor could not drink more of the golden slurry from her chalice and dissociated from the world. Her mind remembered the screams and blood on her hands, with children being suffocated in the camps.
A horrid man remembered for genocide back when the children had to work many hours while risking their lives for the greed of the fat men in cigars. Many women gave birth to children who had suffered from being born from mythical creatures. The blood became incompatible.
"Cloette was not supposed to conceive, let alone survive," she said out loud.
The sudden shift from being a caring marshmallow to a perturbed small thing who retreated next to Baheer in response. Baheer replied with sullen pain from the mixture of emotions of whether he didn't want to get rid of that batshit crazy woman or not.
"Why?" he asked.
