"Regardless, Sekhmet, you cannot fight there," Isis said calmly, her voice a measured blend of reason and authority. The weight of ancient oaths pressed invisibly between them. "If you unleash your wrath upon that place, you may very well reduce to ash the very city Alexander once swore us to protect when he sought our aid."
Sekhmet's eyes flickered with restrained fire, her clenched fists trembling by her sides.
"What do you think humans will believe of us gods," she said, "if we so blatantly cast aside our promises? If our words are as fleeting as the wind, why should they ever trust in our divine presence again?"
A scoff rose from Isis's throat, but it faltered halfway. She lowered her gaze, conflicted. "Since when do you care what humans think?"
Sekhmet didn't reply. Silence fell, heavy and pensive.
