Qebhet shook her head, wondering. Boys, mortal boys. Bullets didn't discriminate; they tore through divine flesh as easily as a mortal's, felled the young and the old and the sickly and the strong. She, who walked among the dead and tended to their bodies, knew this well. Still, for a moment, she felt... rather like Luna had looked last week, after seeing Hecate's body lying still and broken. It was hard to conceive of, that so powerful a goddess might be felled by a boy. "No," she said. "No, you never did."