"No!" Imogen snapped. "Don't be patronising, Thoth. Of course I wouldn't have believed you. Who would? It's completely insane! But if you'd at least tried I wouldn't be so pissed off at you!" And she was. Completely furious. Mostly with Thoth and Ma'at, but a little with Samuel and Lucia for their apparent inability to stop it. And she didn't care that Seshet was pointing that that didn't make any sense, it was how she felt. And that meant it didn't have to be logical, something that appeared to be lost on the Goddess.
She gave up on her glaring, which was becoming tiring and was in any case at odds with her sudden desire to burst into tears. Rather than give in to that particular urge, Imogen pushed her hair back off her face and bit down on the inside of her cheek, turning her gaze away to watch the passing traffic instead. What he'd said about the riot in Queens had managed to lodge itself in her head, and for a moment she felt sick. She didn't want this. She didn't want to be involved in things like that, to expose her family to that just because she'd apparently been unfortunate enough to have some long-forgotten God stuffed into her head. It wasn't fair.
"People said you lot make us do things we don't want to do," she suddenly said, turning back on the man. "Take over and do things without us knowing. How can I trust people who would do that?" The thought terrfied her, almost as much as hearing Seshet's voice in her head had done that first time in the library.