"Seth," Isis said with a near-silent voice, looking up at the man. He didn't look down at her but kept his gaze on the statue of God holding wheat and a branding iron. "I'm sorry, but it terrified me to think-"
"No." Cutting her off, Seth continued to stare ahead and took a deep breath, "I understand. I may have been able to escape, but you. They would have never stopped chasing you if you hadn't agreed. Had you chosen otherwise, the moment we stepped out, they likely would have grabbed us."
"But, this deal." Isis grabbed her face and shook, sighing, "What did I do?"
"Survived." Seth casually said with a smile. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he clicked his tongue, "That's all that matters at the end of the day. I may not agree, in fact, I may hate the choice they provided, but it's done now." Isis looked to the ground, playing with her fingers.
