The view was always clearer in hindsight, but rarely was it so devastating. It was easy now to see the path they'd both walked, the signs they'd missed, the questions they'd never thought to ask. Easy now to see how what had looked like a callous act of murder had been in truth a grim act of sacrifice, how what had looked like justice had settled around guilty and innocent alike as the ropes of tragedy.
Qebhet's chest clenched again, feeling the cruelty of it all redoubled. She shifted closer to Hecate to rest a hand on her friend's back. "Sometimes... sometimes Ma'at's feather sits lighter than we expect. Sometimes there are hands on the scale that we cannot see. You thought you were bringing it to balance."