For his part, Thoth was rather amused at the pain that his vessel was going through. The divine rarely suffered from anything so quaint as hangovers, but watching Samuel stumble through the morning as his head throbbed amused the god. Of course, Samuel wasn’t nearly as amused, and spent half as much time cursing his own foolishness as he did cursing Thoth. Normally, he would have stopped drinking long before, but Thoth had enjoyed letting the lawyer relax a bit, and kept giving him subtle nudges to keep going.
The Starlight diner hadn’t been one of his spots until recently. When he discovered Seshet, or at least he was quite certain it was Seshet, worked there, even if she was trapped within her vessel. He wasn’t quite certain how to awaken the soul within the girl, or even if he should. Would it be upsetting the balance to not let things run its course? Or should he take action to free her regardless of the cost to the vessel? Sometimes the strings were easy to see, sometimes you couldn’t see just how far the ripples of an action would go.
That afternoon, Samuel found himself standing outside the diner thinking. He needed coffee, but he knew she wasn’t there. Did it matter? In the end, he decided it didn’t matter, even without Imogen/Seshet there, they had some of the best coffee he had tasted in New York. And, right as he made up his mind and took his step to reach for the door, that’s when she appeared and he held out his hand to cushion her impact. “Excuse me.” He said with a faint smile. “I should be more careful where I walk.”