“You do not belong here, even less than I.
You are not frivolous; your eye is careful and appraising. This is not a careful room, although there is much to appraise. That can divert you for only so long. You do not like it here; you are closed to it.
Yet, you’re the only woman in this house not wearing gloves. Your hands want to touch, but your head wants to appraise. Your heart is torn between the two.
You were skeptical because you thought this was going to be a wasted evening, but now you’re not so sure…”
If they ever came together, Amunet would become the mother of evil. All light would end and the world would live in darkness. The hidden ones would emerge and rule.