[ It feels better, that even Quetzalcoatl cannot find a reason why Nut would not weep for his treatment. It means it is as mysterious to her as it would be to any other soul, and that Set can continue to accept that his mother's ignorance ( apathy / dislike / hatred ) of him is built not upon something he did, that he could have amended, but some fundamental wrongness about him. At least in his wrongness, the foreign god still finds him something she can embrace; to think that Quetzalcoatl might have her limit would — it would be too painful, following hot on the heels of what he murmurs to her.



As he tucks his head under her chin, close to the little green gem that is both piercing and the soul of another god he had held within him ( returned carefully to the tree, tucking her deep below a beautiful patch of moss to rest and recover — ), pulling his fingers through her hair as if trying to use it to blanket himself: ] I did my best, to help the Tree. When it was Blighted, I took that poison into myself and the Tree — warned me.

[ There is a little fresh pain, as he holds a hand to his chest. As he cards his soul through the flowers that bloom there, to the single dark one that resides with one last petal upon it. ]

It showed me someone from my world, arriving. How he was embraced by Yima, given the same graces I was [ the flower ] and I realized — she would not love me any more than the one who haunts me. She would likely not protect me from him, nor condemn him for what he did. In her love, we are all present — and we are all invisible. And it would just be the same as Nut, who did not see me at all.

[ He seeks the warmth of Meridian in Quetzalcoatl, among the warmth of her divinity.

There are still things he would compromise himself for, but for now? He turns to the sun. ]

I still see 'the warning', watching me in the dark. I want him to go away.