“They do not see the world through our eyes, Ma’at. In this world slavery is an abhorrent thing, even if it was the norm for us.” He shrugged his shoulders. He had long since gotten over being in the body of an Egyptian slave, though it was very likely that Thoth’s influence was why Samuel didn’t practice his Jewish religion. A thought he hadn’t really considered.
“Help in little ways. A soul here, a soul there. There are lots of little works in this city that if done have a larger impact on the world. Not enough, but it would be a start, and well within your power and your vessel’s needs I’m certain.” Thoth tilted his head as he studied her for a long moment. “This vessel sometimes takes on cases for free, spending his own money, and he donates when he can. I’m sure yours would be amendable to doing much of the same.” And, while it didn’t do much, it helped negate the need to be patient, the need to act.
“Do not worry yourself about Samuel, he knows who you are and what you stand for. And the fact much of it was at my side counts for much.” Thoth couldn’t help but smile as he took another sip of the coffee, sips that were timed to help counter the headache and a frustrated vessel. “Right now he is just grumpy and sulking. I have rarely taken control for this long, only when it was necessary for my powers to be used. He is unused to not being in control of his body for so long. He will come around, as I have promised him to let him have full control on his date tonight.” Unless something occurred, but that was an unspoken rule.
“Things are looking better with us back together. I have faith that it is going as it must, and the strings will align for us soon.” He tilted his head slightly as he hmmed a little. “We live a little distance from here. Penthouse on the Upper Westside. Should we retire to somewhere more private so we can speak more openly?” Of course, they had been rather open, but still hushed voices.