[ Nephthys. For Byleth, he reveals her image. The slender curve of her neck, the strong line of her smile; though the goddess of peace and harmony, she was not a wilting flower, but a strong-armed force who fought to do all in her power to gentle hearts, to calm minds and urge people to speak, grow, heal one another.
Set thinks of her with the utmost care, cradling the image of her between them as he reveals her to Byleth carefully. ] I loved her since we were young.
[ He can tuck the promise that romance had existed for him, once, into Byleth's palms. The soft-eyed woman and her long hair, her peerless intensity and open arms, always waiting for him to come home and let him rest. ]
We were separated before I ever came here. Married for centuries before that. Romance is β all that I had was for her. What I have now is... I would not make a very good story for you to enjβ
[ He turns his head sharply, as if someone has whispered something into his ear, a full-bodied flinch carrying him away from Byleth for the moment. Snared in their Communion, he might drag the specter of Osiris into view before Byleth's mind, as green fingers card through the memory of Nephthys mournfully, the image of a great god shaking his head with regret. I should never have assigned her to you, she put such fantastical notions in your head β it was cruel, it whispers to Set, who covers his ears in life and shakes his head. ]
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[ Nephthys. For Byleth, he reveals her image. The slender curve of her neck, the strong line of her smile; though the goddess of peace and harmony, she was not a wilting flower, but a strong-armed force who fought to do all in her power to gentle hearts, to calm minds and urge people to speak, grow, heal one another.
Set thinks of her with the utmost care, cradling the image of her between them as he reveals her to Byleth carefully. ] I loved her since we were young.
[ He can tuck the promise that romance had existed for him, once, into Byleth's palms. The soft-eyed woman and her long hair, her peerless intensity and open arms, always waiting for him to come home and let him rest. ]
We were separated before I ever came here. Married for centuries before that. Romance is β all that I had was for her. What I have now is... I would not make a very good story for you to enjβ
[ He turns his head sharply, as if someone has whispered something into his ear, a full-bodied flinch carrying him away from Byleth for the moment. Snared in their Communion, he might drag the specter of Osiris into view before Byleth's mind, as green fingers card through the memory of Nephthys mournfully, the image of a great god shaking his head with regret. I should never have assigned her to you, she put such fantastical notions in your head β it was cruel, it whispers to Set, who covers his ears in life and shakes his head. ]