Moses stared out across the calm Red Sea, eyes straining to glimpse the shore beyond. Egypt lay on the other side, battered, broken and defeated. The seemingly docile sea was a graveyard for many tens of hundreds of Pharaoh's soldiers, and possibly even for the king himself. Seeing no hint of Egypt, let alone the pharaoh, Moses accepted what had to be the truth: Rameses was likely drowned along with his men. Even if he were alive, the truth remained either way: their brotherly bond had shattered, memories scattering into the Red Sea.
Moses let the past go.
"Goodbye, brother."
