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[Hope's voice is clear and clipped.]

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action. 17th

[puzzlingly]

「Early that day, Atem makes it back into the temple, for the first time not entering for shelter or relief during the fight with the Null, nor because he's waiting for people to be returned to them, he enters because he wants to.

The young man heads to the altar, stopping but a couple of steps away from it, then he goes on one knee and prays...

No, he doesn't pray to Hope, he can't, he instead sends his prayers to his own gods, just as he used to ever since he was but a child, back then, before he would forget everything. He hopes they might hear him, but somehow trusting that the so called god of Hadriel could use his sentiment.

When he's done, he doesn't stand, instead he simply whispers.」

Thank you, for bringing them back... Thank you... for giving them a second chance.

「Gilbert, Whistler, Michael, Harlan and Kain, probably many more he didn't hear of... he's thankful all the same.

He wishes he could do more, help more, say more, he knows about betrayal, he knows about loss, but the words get stuck instead, he doesn't know what else he can do to help but actually go out there and help others rebuild and get supplies and food. After a moment, the young Pharaoh stands and leaves the temple.」