[ Hilariously, if Set is asked a direct question — he tends to supply a direct answer. ]
I could function perfectly well, with Zenith.
[ Cassian?? he keeps a single promise, tethering him to the rank of Meridian. There is not an inch of Set willing to concede himself to the other side of things, even if he is well-suited for it. Even if he would be satisfied with that path; he'd much rather straddle the line, and give his all in this war, just like everyone else. Anything less would be foolish, and humiliatingly pathetic of him.
He draws Cassian up, with the tug of soft sand, until he can bring him over the railing and
immediately place both of his hands to the man's chest,
spinning with him so that he can shove Cassian bodily back onto the lounge chair ( the bed, essentially ). It's a brisk and untelegraphed motion, with Set's deeply neutral expression hardly shifting in the slightest. Which usually means he's either completely without bloodthirst, or about to commit crimes. ]
And I know what Zenite Discord looks like, you brat. It is one of the exact things I warned you about, when you joined — tranquility, and apathy. That is what they will do to you, and you will eventually welcome it. Just like the Empire asks of their followers. Blind apathy, and a distance from your hurting heart so it may use you better.
[ He picks the most INCENDIARY words, because he knows of the Empire through Cassian now. He will continue to liken it to the unification of hearts and minds under Zenith's banner, too. ]
I died by my own hand, to further my understanding of this world. What I saw was worth it, so I have no regrets. I am not made for such fragility, unlike men of your nature.
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I could function perfectly well, with Zenith.
[ Cassian?? he keeps a single promise, tethering him to the rank of Meridian. There is not an inch of Set willing to concede himself to the other side of things, even if he is well-suited for it. Even if he would be satisfied with that path; he'd much rather straddle the line, and give his all in this war, just like everyone else. Anything less would be foolish, and humiliatingly pathetic of him.
He draws Cassian up, with the tug of soft sand, until he can bring him over the railing and
immediately place both of his hands to the man's chest,
spinning with him so that he can shove Cassian bodily back onto the lounge chair ( the bed, essentially ). It's a brisk and untelegraphed motion, with Set's deeply neutral expression hardly shifting in the slightest. Which usually means he's either completely without bloodthirst, or about to commit crimes. ]
And I know what Zenite Discord looks like, you brat. It is one of the exact things I warned you about, when you joined — tranquility, and apathy. That is what they will do to you, and you will eventually welcome it. Just like the Empire asks of their followers. Blind apathy, and a distance from your hurting heart so it may use you better.
[ He picks the most INCENDIARY words, because he knows of the Empire through Cassian now. He will continue to liken it to the unification of hearts and minds under Zenith's banner, too. ]
I died by my own hand, to further my understanding of this world. What I saw was worth it, so I have no regrets. I am not made for such fragility, unlike men of your nature.