Michael winced in surprise as Myra slapped him, bringing a hand to his cheek to rub the stinging feeling away. He did and said nothing, but simply stared at Myra with a hint of growing anger in his gut. How dare she? How dare anyone have such audacity towards him? Sobek's words nearly resonated in his head; [i]Crush her[/i]. However, Michael did nothing, and simply picked up his staff and walked away from her wordlessly.

Even though everything had come from someone who was the host to a rather narcissistic goddess, Michael had seen the hurt in her eyes. It was because of this he refused to do anything against her. Back when they were younger, the two were actually pretty close friends. That time seemed distant and meaningless though. What good did it do him through all those years of contempt and mocking received by him from those he had to live and work with? Sobek had made him realize that, and a few other things. Michael could only get along with himself and the crocodile god, and together the two would be able to sustain each other in whatever way was necessary. Others could not and would not do this...