[ Liem keeps his promise, as a friend who will let Set lean upon him in a time of need. His need is obvious, right now. Without Liem, he would have no one to speak to about the madness that brews inside of him, nor anyone who he could contemplate meaning and consequence of the temple's presence. Nor, most importantly, what to do about it. How to inform Kenos of it, who to inform of it, or perhaps, what to withhold. He knows he will need to tell a few people of its contents, but the location and future of the temple are for him.

And Liem, honestly. ] Yes. I was not entirely sure, with the procession of priests upon the fresco. But, I have seen it with my own eyes. The real procession of her faithful and the objects they carried — the sistrum, which accompanied the ceremonies of her worship, the ladle with which she would scoop sacred waters. And the snake, which — she tricked Ra once, over a snake.

[ He holds Liem, holding his hand as he pours against him and tries to sort out sentiment from words. Emotion from intellect. ]

It is this, that was the deciding factor.

[ Now, he points to the statue. The identity stolen, arms and face destroyed — removed to hide who she is, or simply lost to time and decay? Set points not to the space where her face would be, but to the particular knot tied in the draping fabric, just under her breasts. The shape of it something he cannot deny as hers, for she had pioneered it and all her followers had come to love the ruffled drape of mantle and cloth. ]

It is called the tyet. I have seen her wear it for centuries, and all her records have her depicted with it. Why is it signs of my home here? Where is yours? Are there more pieces of other worlds in the Beyond, do you think?