"Of course you can't always translate emotions into text," Seshat agreed. "But the attempt has led to some of the greatest novels. And the continued effort will make the language we use to explain how we feel evolve and grow. Occasionally, there will be missed steps and opportunities that will lead to, as you say, cheapening the meaning. But if I do not try, then I will not be doing what I was born to do."
Though she wasn't terribly good at reading others, she was starting to get the idea that perhaps this woman didn't much like her. Was it because she'd asked personal questions? That had happened before, and it didn't phase her. Much. Since this was Kratos' mother, Seshat did want to smooth it over a bit. The problem was, as wide as her vocabulary was, she didn't always use it to the best effect.
"I am glad, though," she said softly, "that all you sacrificed for your children has gained what you hoped. Thoth and I never had any of our own, so I can only imagine what that must have taken."