…You know, that sort of thing, that’s why I don’t think of myself as a mother to humanity, even if I’m the one that made them. A mother’s love is supposed to be unconditional, right? But siblings, it’s different.
[ It’s coincidental that it’s a comparison that works so well in this case. The world of the Aztecs and the ancient Egyptians are separated by vast time and space, and so all of her knowledge comes from what the Throne grants her as a Servant. In that, it’s also incomplete, because the Throne doesn’t deem it necessary. She can recognize a name, the legends that go with it, but an appearance, especially of a god? That’s too esoteric for the Throne to grant to a Servant (and maybe even unfair, considering how much of an advantage just knowing a name was). ]
My older brother and I, we’ve always warred bitterly, you know? We’re fated to, probably, because if I’m the light of the sun, then he’s the obsidian mirror that eats up light. We can make truces, put aside our pasts to work together if we need to, but we’ll also never get along. I wouldn’t give my brother the kind of love that a mother goddess would, and so even if I can love a lot, there are still limits. That’s what I mean.
[ She gives Set a squeeze, and this time it’s distinctly protective more than simply affectionate. ]
So, your enemies are my enemies, Set. If Yima embraces him, then I’ll burn him away. Not because he’s Zenith either, yes? Because he’s haunting you, and you’re my dear friend.
[ She means it too, probably more than Set realizes. If Osiris were to show up in Kenos, it’s a situation where Quetzalcoatl would consider unleashing her full, destructive power if it was needed. She was a protector and someone that put value in self-sacrifice and how it could be used to help others find a better life. So, it wouldn’t even be a question. ]
But for now… [ She makes a thoughtful noise, then gently nestles her head against his as her hug relaxes. Not completely, of course, but it’s simply not so tight. ] If he’s in the dark, then stay in my light, yes? The dark is strong, but it still has to flee from the dawn. Whatever he says, whatever he does, let it get blinded and deafened so it can’t reach you.
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[ It’s coincidental that it’s a comparison that works so well in this case. The world of the Aztecs and the ancient Egyptians are separated by vast time and space, and so all of her knowledge comes from what the Throne grants her as a Servant. In that, it’s also incomplete, because the Throne doesn’t deem it necessary. She can recognize a name, the legends that go with it, but an appearance, especially of a god? That’s too esoteric for the Throne to grant to a Servant (and maybe even unfair, considering how much of an advantage just knowing a name was). ]
My older brother and I, we’ve always warred bitterly, you know? We’re fated to, probably, because if I’m the light of the sun, then he’s the obsidian mirror that eats up light. We can make truces, put aside our pasts to work together if we need to, but we’ll also never get along. I wouldn’t give my brother the kind of love that a mother goddess would, and so even if I can love a lot, there are still limits. That’s what I mean.
[ She gives Set a squeeze, and this time it’s distinctly protective more than simply affectionate. ]
So, your enemies are my enemies, Set. If Yima embraces him, then I’ll burn him away. Not because he’s Zenith either, yes? Because he’s haunting you, and you’re my dear friend.
[ She means it too, probably more than Set realizes. If Osiris were to show up in Kenos, it’s a situation where Quetzalcoatl would consider unleashing her full, destructive power if it was needed. She was a protector and someone that put value in self-sacrifice and how it could be used to help others find a better life. So, it wouldn’t even be a question. ]
But for now… [ She makes a thoughtful noise, then gently nestles her head against his as her hug relaxes. Not completely, of course, but it’s simply not so tight. ] If he’s in the dark, then stay in my light, yes? The dark is strong, but it still has to flee from the dawn. Whatever he says, whatever he does, let it get blinded and deafened so it can’t reach you.