“No, he didn't deserve that. But he doesn't deserve to have that tragedy being the focus of your memory of him either. Which is why you should let it go. And that, honey, is the hardest thing for any parent who has tragically lost a child to do.” Taweret leaned forward slightly, offering as much comfort as she could. “You let it go. You let it go for you, for your son's memory, for your husband... not for that bitch. Don't ever forget, though. Just don't hold onto the pain.”
She took a moment to let that settle before adding, “and you cannot know for sure that she's the only one with no remorse. You can't know for sure what anyone thinks, honey. You know what your heart wants to think because sometimes it is easier to believe in a raw evil in people than to just accept that a lapse in judgment due to momentary madness can cause some truly terrible things to happen.” Taweret shook her head. “So very few are ever that evil at their core.
“Here? I wouldn't even venture to call Set evil. Not even after all he's done. I doubt Isis or Nephthys would either, and they have suffered by him a lot more than anyone else. He's just... difficult.”
Taweret sighed, then. “Sometimes... Sometimes good people do really terrible things.”