"Suum cuique pulchrum est," Khepri replied, agreeing with the sentiment. Though she had a general distaste for the Romans as a whole, she had learned their language to survive. If she thought honestly, there were many exceptions to her contempt of them as a people as their senators and their generals, were not always representatives of them as a whole.
Though she often tried not to live in the past, there was always going to be a part of her that longed for it. Age had turned her more bitter and robbed her of her fundamental belief in the world. But there were other things she missed, things like speaking to people face to face or the feeling of a ship under her command. "Both things I fear I shall never have back," if she had them at all. "I am the only one of my kind. I was born alone and shall remain so." Over the years, she had encountered other demons and shifters who took the forms of snakes, but none of them were quite like her. Some envied her unique existence and others pitied it. Khepri, herself, was not quite sure how she felt.
"Good, evil. The world does not exist in absolutes." Khepri wrapped her arms around herself while she spoke, as if it could help trap what was left of her dwindling warmth. "Have you ever encountered a hippopotamus? I have seen them kill many things and yet no one calls them evil. Aggressive beasts they are, and wasteful too." The Nile had been fraught with those heavy, angry animals. All those with sense knew to avoid them. "Death and predation are natural."
Khepri smiled slightly his comment. "My thoughts exactly."