[What does she think he is doing? Despite her reiterating it in her demands returned to him, she believes he is fighting for Meridian. She believes that he is keeping his promise to his son. But she knows, feels, sees... that he isn't excising that freakish shade from wherever he is rooted. For reasons she has not been told and cannot understand, he has let someone from a world that should be unreachable to them worm his way into his mind, and whether he was a fellow god or not-
It cannot be the real man. Their worlds are denied to them, the only way here is to be reborn beneath the tree. It must be a figment of his own imagination and fears, and what- What is she supposed to do about that? She can claw and fight and banish the shade when their Communion brushes or melts together, but what is the point if Set will just conjure him again the moment they part?]
Potential is not presence, Set!
[Hayame feels a surge of helplessness and rage as the war god makes again to pull away from her, when for a moment she thought she'd gotten through, managed to calm him-]
You do not get to force me to prepare for the battle I am destined to meet if you are going to cower from a shadow of your own mind instead of doing the same!
[If he thinks that dark-eyed shade is coming for him, then he has time to be ready, just as he wishes her to be. But though Hayame's instinct is always to stand and fight, even when the odds are not in her favor, to dig her hooves in and stubbornly refuse to budge... It isn't working. Even if she throws herself back onto him, wrestles him back to the ground and resumes the clash of the now-two-jinba...
Hayame grits her teeth and hauls herself back up onto all four hooves. He is letting himself be tangled in his own vines while pretending they are the shade's, and so- So she will rip him from the field if she cannot rip the flowers from his body or force him to rip the shade from his mind. She grabs at him, not to drag him back down, but to take his hand. Now, somehow, he has the long sleek limbs of a field jinba, he is capable of being swift as the wind-]
Come!
[And she urges him to run with her, pulling him into a trot, a canter, coaxing to a gallop to try and leave the reach of invasive vines behind.]
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It cannot be the real man. Their worlds are denied to them, the only way here is to be reborn beneath the tree. It must be a figment of his own imagination and fears, and what- What is she supposed to do about that? She can claw and fight and banish the shade when their Communion brushes or melts together, but what is the point if Set will just conjure him again the moment they part?]
Potential is not presence, Set!
[Hayame feels a surge of helplessness and rage as the war god makes again to pull away from her, when for a moment she thought she'd gotten through, managed to calm him-]
You do not get to force me to prepare for the battle I am destined to meet if you are going to cower from a shadow of your own mind instead of doing the same!
[If he thinks that dark-eyed shade is coming for him, then he has time to be ready, just as he wishes her to be. But though Hayame's instinct is always to stand and fight, even when the odds are not in her favor, to dig her hooves in and stubbornly refuse to budge... It isn't working. Even if she throws herself back onto him, wrestles him back to the ground and resumes the clash of the now-two-jinba...
Hayame grits her teeth and hauls herself back up onto all four hooves. He is letting himself be tangled in his own vines while pretending they are the shade's, and so- So she will rip him from the field if she cannot rip the flowers from his body or force him to rip the shade from his mind. She grabs at him, not to drag him back down, but to take his hand. Now, somehow, he has the long sleek limbs of a field jinba, he is capable of being swift as the wind-]
Come!
[And she urges him to run with her, pulling him into a trot, a canter, coaxing to a gallop to try and leave the reach of invasive vines behind.]