[ Moments after he lobs the plant into Cassian's awaiting hands, the war god returns to the space he had also cast the man. He hikes a knee onto the edge of the lounge and reaches in to find a few leaves that are ailing and pluck them free, grinding them between his pale fingers until they are stained green and the scent of citrus is stronger for it. ]

Do you know what the difference is, between gods and men?

[ Chances are, Cassian does not. He doesn't have gods in his world. The question is a little more rhetorical then, a segue into a greater topic of conversation. Set settles his hip at the end of the lounge, and points out a few more spots within the plant's lush growth for him to pick the dead and dying leaves free from. A silent command to get to work. ]

Men were given freedom of will and choice, while gods were given power. Men choose their paths in life, but are not always privy to the greater picture — they see two paths, and think those are the only routes they can take. If they do not take one, they are bound forever to the other.

[ He pauses. ]

They do not see that all their paths are woven together. That they can never go so far, that they cannot find another way. And a god, has the perspective to know that on their behalf.