>>5444020>>5444002>>5444000>>5443909>>5443890>>5443830>>5443809>>5443787>>5443784>>5443734>>5443660>In this specific instance, you suppose exalted treatment of you as a deity is permissible. If only so that when you're carried back to town, other people can get the idea as well with less confusion.You don't want people bowing before you and worshiping the ground you walk on, you aren't that kind of a god to desire such things, and it isn't beneficial anyway. These mortals have their god, their faith which has kept them together at least this long, so you wouldn't want to undermine one of the few strengths that humans have left. As well of course, that you expect pushback if you try to shake things up too much, and the last thing you want is more bloody struggle.
You won't hide the truth any longer if you don't have to however... and well, worship is one thing but being carried isn't so bad! Back the lot of you go, returning to town in triumph. The men singing soldiering songs in march all the way, and finding whatever banners and trophies of the battle they can along the way, as well of course any wounded that you can help. Though they also stop to gather and carry fallen comrades, once you find yourselves among the battlefield itself, the pillaged and razed encampment beyond the town walls. Being brought back here again... among the ash and cinders, smoke in the air and the smell of death... it's an unpleasant reminder of your earlier actions.
Of course at the time, it felt right what you did, but having that experience now... you'd very much like to never go through it again. Not the battle itself, though you'd prefer to avoid such things too, but if the conflict here is inevitable then you'd at least not want to stoop so low again. Actually engaging in violence, and attacking mortals? To your credit you didn't actually kill anyone, just dealt out some savage beatings (though your allies followed after to actually do the killing), but you wonder what your divine companions of old would think? Of seeing you succumbing to anger and running around in an aimless mad rage, like an animal. Sedjet, goddess of love? No, couldn't be...
There was a time, when you were trapped beneath the underworld river, that you imagined... hoped one day, eventually you would be able to emerge and rejoin your companions. All that hatred and upset for your punishment washed away with the dead river, to find your place among them again in joy, as a family reunited in your desert homeland once again. Now though... you look around at the death and destruction and the blood on your hands, how disturbingly <span class="mu-i">real</span> it feels in the moment. The hope from before, being eroded by the realization that <span class="mu-i">this</span> may be your homeland now, and your life with it...
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