[If Emmanuel does decide to get some of his own back, there won't be much Set can do in retaliation. He has the strength of a human now, can't even regenerate to heal his wounds because of the seal branded into his skin, and only stands an inch or two taller than the little priest whose neck used to fit so snugly in one of his hands. All he can do is hope that decorum wins out over the animal instinct burning in Emmanuel's eyes.

As for his question...]

Nothing I could say or do would make up for what I've already done, I know that. [It's strangely galling, too, the idea that he could decimate something so thoroughly that he's the only one powerless to rebuild it.] But it felt cowardly to use that as an excuse to stay away forever. If they don't agree and just want me gone, I'll leave.