Ramuna somehow was not surprised to find out that Ramesses room was across the hall from hers. A trail of blood led from her room directly across to the next room. She didn't care to knock and went inside, shutting the door behind her.
She found him in the washroom leaning over the basin putting pressure onto his nose with a dampened cloth.
Their eyes met in the mirror over the basin he didn't even bother to turn around and face her.
Ramuna felt slightly uncomfortable being in his room alone with him, somehow he was more unnerving without the mask on. Especially with those golden eyes. They were not natural nor could they be contact lenses. Was he ever human? Was he born with those eyes? Tafari had yellowish eyes like a snake but it wasn't anything that compared to Ramesses's. It was almost as if he held the sun in his mind and it shone out through his eyes. She wondered if the room was darkened would the only light there would be those pair of golden orbs that were his irises?
"Did you come here to stare at me or hit me again?" His voice sounded nasally from him putting pressure down on his nose. The cloth was now colored completely in a deep red.
"Why don't you just heal yourself with Heka?"
Ramesses' eyes brightened even more in the mirror as he smiled; it was like his eyes displayed his inner emotions.
"Maybe I just wanted to feel something for once."
Ramuna did in fact want to smack him again. What game was he playing with her? He had lied about so much and now he wants to play coy this man is complete scum!
Ramuna quickly listed all the things that he had happened to lie about since they met about who he was, the fact he had been apart of her nightmare and was apart of her memory as someone she once knew, how he constantly invaded her privacy and looked into her mind and dreams, how he slipped some form of serum in her bourbon, how he was teaming up with one of the prisoners back in the bunker, how he-
"Oh, enough!" Ramesses snapped slamming the cloth down onto the porcelain basin causing it to crack. His nose repairing itself as he spun around to face her all that was left was dried blood on his face.
Now it was Ramuna's turn to give him a slick smile. How she quickly turned things around now that she knew how to get in his mind as well. Before he could retaliate anymore she quickly searched for something in his mind that could help her figure out who he truly was. Anything past what Tafari learned. She quickly seeked for memories that were similar to her own. It was something she still didn't understand. Something she still couldn't even describe on how she could even manage to do what she was doing. All she was doing was quickly reflecting on her own recurring memory and using it to pull images from his mind, almost like drawing a moth to a flame. Just a bit unwillingly.
Within an instant she thought of something almost as if it was a quick reflection (which it was, it was one of her own memories just in his eyes and version of the event). He was standing with a group of people that were dressed in the same armored black uniform as him, near one of the white clothed tables but the way he stood and even felt in that moment was small and weak. As if he did not belong at her and her husband's celebration. The emotions of someone who dreaded being where he was but was forced to come along because it was required of him.
I am baffled that Set did not have you executed after you were selected to be the male concubine and you succeeded at not one but two surely it had to have put his ego on fire!
Ramuna felt a burst of wind as she was pushed backwards off her feet and flying against the wall. Her back stung but the moment definitely brought her back to reality and out of his head. She looked up to see his arms crossed and one hand in a position as if he just snapped his fingers. While she pried he had summoned wind to put her off guard from digging further. Ramesses eyes to her shock were now a glowing red and golden with embers almost as if there was hellish fire raging inside of him. Perhaps there was.
"Out of all the things you could have looked into," Ramesses said very low and with bitterness in his voice. "Out of all the lives I lived. Out of all the great things I have done you go and pick one of my top ranked most lowest and mortifying moments." Now his voice was almost a harsh whisper.
She was too stunned to speak. Did she push too far? She didn't think she purposely upset him, she was only trying to find something that matched with the dream she had been having even without the realization of who she was her whole life as a chemist. By no means was she even expecting to see what she just witnessed hiding deep within his subconscious.
"I will come back around and we will talk like adults when you are done trying to outplay me at one of my own wildcards." His voice sounded like it was fading down into an echo chamber and to her utter surprise he in fact pulled another wildcard. Ramesses just vanished. As if he was a figment of her imagination. Or a simulation that had been standing before her. There was no cloud of smoke when he vanished like how the demon of Duat vanished, no blue glowing hue, not even a light. It was like he just blimped out into existence.
The fact there was no sign of magic anywhere when he vanished actually horrified her. It was almost like he was removed from existence.
Ramuna scrambled to her feet and scanned the whole room. Ramesses really was gone!
Ramuna walked out of the room saddened at the altercation that had just happened in his room. She never meant to anger him, she only meant to give him a taste of his own medicine for constantly deceiving her and tricking her these past two months. Ramuna was still recollecting her abilities in memories she knew deep down she just wanted answers and that was all she had been seeking. Not to find his weaknesses just answers.
Maybe that had been her answer though? Was one of his weakest moments the answer to how they knew each other from the past before she time jumped to 1924 and met Tafari? If so then the only answer she wanted from him now was why he pretended he had not known her from his past. Everything else was answered. Why he had pulled her here to Kemet. Why he had wanted her to figure out how to fix things.
She was trapped in this dimension and not the waking world she was so used to because he knew who she was and what she was capable of. Ramesses had just been along for the ride and played stupid while he sat back and waited for her to figure it out herself. Or maybe perhaps he had been clueless about her amnesia state as much as she had been?
As Ramuna walked down the stairs to the pub where hopefully Tafari was waiting she thought of what she saw. How weak and defeated he had looked. Almost as if guilt had been eating him alive. Also the fact that one of his own brother-in-arms was declaring he should have been executed instead of with them?
Ramuna felt like someone was grabbing her stomach and squeezing it tightly she almost lurched over and vomited. She grasped the rail of the stairs so she would not fall face first. More memories that had been ripped from her due to amnesia resurfaced. She remembered clearly now. She had been pregnant way before she had even married her husband and her recurring nightmare and memory of her husband cutting her children out of her stomach was due to the fact that he discovered they very much were not his children.
Somewhere in the past Ramesses had been an unspoken lover to whomever she had been. It truly was the answer she had been seeking of why he was being deceptive. Forgetting about Tafari completely she ran back up the stairs and to her room's balcony. Surely the jump couldn't be that bad?
When she reached the balcony she looked over. No one had been out on the paved streets due to the time of 'night' it was. Even though they were inside a pyramid the civilization she now lived amongst dampened their street lights when they deemed what was night time. It wasn't a huge drop and she would barely feel a thing if she landed correctly. Without trying to overthink it too much she leapt over the rail and dropped down. Ramuna had to find Ramesses. She refused to leave him alone with his thoughts. She knew it went deeper than him being mortified of how he was treated after coming out to be a concubine. If Ramesses had any feelings, any remorse then she knew his lowest moment had not been that but the fact he had no control over the fate of his own children and what Set had done to them.