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“I don’t have to ask to leave your presence. All I have to do is go. If you refuse to go back to where you came from, then good luck to you. I cannot be involved with this! This is insane!” Azi said as she started quickly up the steps.
It only took her a few seconds to realize he was managing to catch up with her regardless of whatever pain he was feeling.
“Go away!” she said.
“I demand you stop running from me!”
But she did. Even faster. The faster she ran, the faster he ran.
“Stop following me!” she ordered.
“You will not leave my presence until I say you may!”
“I can go anywhere, anytime I choose,” she shot back at him as she reached the top of the steps and darted through the tomb that had been built on top of his temple.
“What is this?” he demanded, stopping and looking around at the plain, servant’s tomb that rested above his. “It is horribly ugly! Why does it hide my temple and all its beauty?”
Azi didn’t stop to answer, she simply ran out of the exit and started quickly toward her car.
“Do not run from me! I order you to stop!” he shouted as he burst through the door. He hesitated for only a moment when two security guards dressed in matching uniforms seemed as surprised to see him as he was to see them. “Get out of my way!” he ordered as one approached.
Both men stepped back, and bowed their heads.
“Female! I order you to stop!” he bellowed as he broke into a run.
Azi glanced in her rear view mirror as she backed out of her parking place and accelerated toward the exit gate, only to see Ra running after her car. He looked terrified, desperate, lost and completely out of his element.
Ra ran as quickly as he could, trying to catch the small moving object that was carrying her away, but it was hard to ignore the fact that he was leaking. Leaking! “I am leaking!” he cried pitifully. “Why am I leaking? I will surely become dust as all my liquids exit my body! Help me put them back!” he shrieked. He blinked his eyes furiously as he swiped his hand across his forehead, trying to stop the sweat that dripped into his eyes and blinded him. “I cannot even save my eyes! My fingers leak more quickly than my head!” he cried. He stumbled to a stop and began shaking his hands, clearly near panic as perspiration dripped from them.
She watched as he panicked, looking pleadingly after her car, actually reaching out toward her at one point. “Damn!” she hissed as she slammed on her brakes and came to a stop. She put her car in park, and got out, walking back toward him where he’d stopped running and was now having a semi-meltdown, having completely forgotten about her.
“Are you alright?” she called out.
He lifted his gaze to hers. His expression was one of panic. “I am leaking! Why am I leaking?!” he cried.
She was confused for a second, then she realized what was worrying him. “It’s sweat. You’re sweating. It’s normal. Don’t you know what sweat is?”
“It is from inside me! There will be nothing left of me but dust!”
“It’s sweat! Everybody sweats. It won’t kill you as long as you drink plenty of fluids.”
“I can’t sweat!” he shrieked.
“I just said everybody sweats! You’ll be fine!”
“I do not sweat!”
“It’s hot! Under a relentless sun! In the freaking desert! You’ll sweat. Drink some water, you’ll be alright!”
“You do not understand! I am Ra, god of the sun! I do not sweat! All others sweat, but not me!”
“Well, I’m pretty sure that no matter who you were, it’s not who you are now. You’re sweating. You should get used to it until you find a way to get back to wherever you were.”
“I will not be going back to the place I was in.”
“Then get used to sweating.”
“Help me!”
