Khonshu reached out, touching the fallen strands of Ra's hair, wanting to see those glowing eyes uncovered. It was strange to see a God so frightened. Khonshu's servant remembered him differently from when they had met last, back in the world in which they had been born, instead of this shadowy sister of it.

"Who, Ra?" Khonshu inquired, voice deceptively tender. "Who frightens you so, daylight incarnate?"