Oh, Zophiel. We should be so lucky as for things to end simply when they're over.

Anchor takes off her helmet to put on her sunglasses again. Her shadow scampers off across the temple grounds and flops onto a pile of pillows.
Sekhmet should feel the same acceptance of the divine that she did when she first came to Message's temple. Something past-Sekhmet never really encountered, did she?
"Hey, Sekhmet, you did it. You saved...yourself."