She knew that in her heart and in her soul. Her actions had caused the life of a dear friend to be taken. She was sure it had been done by the hand of her husband. She could feel that, too. She tried much harder to ignore that connection than she did the loss of Darkness.
For once in her life she had found somebody who knew what it was like. Somebody who wanted to stand up for her and give her peace. Because of that, he was now dead. Gone. She had lost him. She had caused his wife to lose him. His children. None of what she had wanted. She had started a war in her own pantheon. A war that she could not win, and she knew it. She was not a fighter. Not a warrior. She had gotten Nanshe hurt in the foolish endeavor. Raised the ire of the Lion of Sumer. Foolish. It had all been foolish. She had been caught up with Erebos and what he made her feel. Nyx was not only hurt because she misunderstood the relationship, but now her husband was dead.
Reshi had no idea how to make any of it better. The only thing she could think to do was go to Nyx in person and offer herself. Let Nyx have any revenge that she wished to have. Apologize for all that had happened. Let herself die at the hands of the woman who she had hurt so much if that was what it took. She would just have to return to Irkalla. That wasn't so bad. She would be confined there for a time, she knew. But it was nothing that she hadn't done to herself previously. She could endure the months or years it took to recover, if only somehow she could make it up to Night.
She had left the auction early, finding that it did not bring her distraction in any way. She sat alone in a dark place. A place filled with shadow. Far away from the desert. Far away from the sun. She needed to be alone. Truly alone. And this was the only place where that was possible.