It was a terrible thing to do. Yet, I do not always feel as remorseful as I should. Most of the time, I simply want the world to be over with. To wipe it clean, as it would have been one day. Why not today? Why should I not allow it to return to the primordial sea?

[ He murmurs it, as he rolls onto his side to gaze up at Dimitri. Just a little, below the curtain of red hair and equally red lashes. Their Discord will simmer between them, on a delicate loop of innate incompatibility, despite that they — are similar in some ways. How strange, the structure of these Aspects are; his own marking is bold upon the hand of his skin, as the bracelet of black miasma is around his opposite wrist. ]

I think you would have liked Horus. His fate would have been similar to yours, if I had known he existed.

[ He says it, with the ghost of a terse smile. It is the first time he's really thought about his nephew, opposed to how often he considers his son, his sister. Horus, he tries to keep from his mind; stalwart, strange of heart, enigmatic in his supposed compassion... ]

What did he fear you for, Dimitri? Or, what did he fear from you? Was it your right?