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Sekhmet nodded."Yes," he said quietly. "Now."
Bat Bat's eyes widened, instantly awake again.
"Family time," it whispered.
Sekhmet sighed. "We will see," he muttered. He reached into his void land storage. His fingers closed around the vial, even through the connection, and pulled it out into the real world.
The small vial appeared in his palm. The dried pink blood glowed faintly in the dim room light.
Sekhmet stared at it. His blood eyes still read it the same.
Rare.
Old.
Divine.
Potential.
Three dried drops of pink-red blood clung to the inside, old enough to be history, precious enough to ruin a lesser man's sanity.
Bat Bat sat on the edge of the bed, tiny body leaning forward, eyes fixed on the vial like it was the only important thing in the room, right now.
