“Our past lives as gods entwined our fate forever. Your goddess resides within you as Sekhmet. It's why you feel the way you do.. “ she said and sighed “ if you put on that necklace, you'll earn your powers as the God you represent. You are also ra’s lover. My lover..”
Malcolm just stared at her in bewilderment for a moment.
“First off, I thought Sekhmet was Ra’s daughter, not lover, and an extension of his wrath. Second, how… why am I the goddess and you the god? That just makes no fucking sense. I… I get the matching personalities, but… I have always been a man, to my knowledge,”he said.
Though, even as he said that, the fact that he was the goddess of the pair did seem to explain a couple mysteries of his life. He just wasn’t sure if it was actually an answer, or if he was just reaching for the first, nonsensical thing to explain his life’s troubles.
(fucking wiki lied, omfg.)
“ I may be confused about old names for this shit but I know reincarnations can take on other genders,” she said, scoffing slightly
(I don’t use Wikipedia by itself. From what I’ve found, Sekhmet was created by Ra as an ‘Eye of Ra’, a weapon to show his wrath basically. She’s also an alternate form of Hathor. Also, she’s married to Ptah, who’s a creator god that supposedly created the universe)
(Though, Hathor is Ra’s wife, so that could actually explain it)
( alright, we can go with that, )
(Thumbs-up. It get confusing way too easy, it’s ridiculous. But, the ‘Eye of Ra’ is also a title held by several goddesses, and it also means that they’re the female counterpart of Ra. So, Hathor would technically be Ra’s primary wife, while Sekhmet is an alternate form of Hathor, or even Ra himself. Something like that. Like I said, it gets confusing)
Malcolm rose his eyebrow again.
“Okay… now that I’m apparently the reincarnation of a lioness deity… Why are we reincarnations?”he asked.
“ The Gods made a plan to live on and give mortals the gifts of their love”
“So, basically the ‘gods’ are omnipotent assholes that wanted to live forever even though they’re already immortal?”Malcolm asked derisively.
Days nodded, sighing softly “ pretty much. “ she said “and you have no idea how bad I've wanted to kiss and hug you because of these damn memorys”
Malcolm rolled his eyes.
“Fucking typical. Now, why is it you remember our ‘relationship’, but I don’t? Ra’s influence as the kingly god, perhaps? Or do you even know?”he asked.
“I don't know.. I just always have,” she said softly, looking away from him
Malcolm watched her turn away and his real eye narrowed slightly.
“Don’t lie to me,”he stated.
“ Malcolm I'm not!” she said quickly “ please, just believe me.”
“Then what aren’t you telling me?”he questioned.
“In your last life.. That necklace was yours.. You killed yourself for me to live on..” she whispered
Malcolm leaned forward to better hear Daya, then sat back, stunned. He would never do such a thing, never! Unless… it was for something he loved dearly. He glanced off at the robot sitting nearby, remembering the explosion that had nearly killed him.
He’d watched his nanobots die, but he had refused to move, even when the explosion finally hit. It had broken his heart to see those nanobots die, and once he’d recovered, he started it all over again, rebuilding those bots from memory and expanding upon their legacy.
“Why? Was I protecting you from Maximus?”he asked softly.
“Yes, yes you were..” she said, tears pricking her eyes “maximus slit my throat soon after.”
“So… my efforts were in vain?”he asked, his voice still quiet.
It was strange to talk about something he didn’t remember or know about, but Malcolm recognized the pain behind it all. If he had been willing to sacrifice himself like she said, then he had truly loved Daya.
“Yes, and while I cried for hours on end, I still could not convince you otherwise.. And it only made me feel more guilty when I died..” she said
Malcolm sat there for a long moment in silence, simply trying to process everything. He then shook his head, turning back to Daya.
“I’m going to guess Maximus remembers everything as well. Am I right?”he asked quietly.
“Yes, yes he does. I haven't been able to figure out why you lose your memory,” she said and sighed, rubbing her temples. Daya needed sleep but at the same time, she didn't wanna leave Malcolm's side. Years of torment flooded his head and rushed her like the wind
Malcolm nodded. He then noticed the way she was acting, and remembered her recently acquired wounds. Daya needed rest.
“Come on. It’s probably best we both get some sleep,”he said.
He then helped Daya to her feet, and led her to the cot he’d set up for her.
“Mal.. I can't… I really don't wanna leave you alone..”
Malcolm gazed at her solemnly.
“Daya, I’ve been alone most of my life. Another night won’t bother me,”he stated.
“But it will bother me. I shouldn't be leaving you alone. I feel like I'm failing to save you once again, and now that I've found you once more.. You're gonna get taken from me..”
Malcolm leaned closer to Daya, his expression intense.
“I don’t need saving, Daya. And, I’m not going any-fucking-where. This…”he tapped the mask covering half of his face,”This is proof of that. Besides, no one gets in this store without my say-so, unless they have a severe death wish. Trust me on that one.”
Daya placed her forehead on his “I believe you.. I've just.. I've seen it so many times over.. I'm just scared..”