were Cassian to make such a request ( demand / plea ) of someone else, they might balk at dictating his future. They might counter-balance what they wish to say with talk of choosing freely, of deciding for oneself. Certainly, Set prefers that people live their lives and chase their goals with conviction — as he, personally, has been thoroughly disabused of his own will, his own faith in himself and his divinity. Where once he might have reminded Cassian of his freedom to choose, to develop, he will not now — he must speak with authority, as if his way is the only way, or he will falter.
He will appear an imposter, and not the audacious, boundless thing that he was made to be. ]
The one where you live, and the Empire falls.
[ Effortlessly, he delivers such a hope to Cassian Andor. ]
You never had to go back there in the first place, Cassian. That is not the promise any of us make to any one of you. [ Zenites, he means. ] What new world Zenith thinks they can offer you, will never match the truth of the millions of other realities where you and Jyn Erso live.
[ By his tone, he is not asking him to convert. It is not a demand that he reconsider his decision, where he has gone or what he has done, only that he is a little silly, for thinking any Meridian worth their salt would concede to letting him perish in any world. That they would not risk it all to save him, save Jyn. To give them hope and a future. To allow them to squander their work, their faith, because they would rather ensure an Empire dies on their watch, than trust the people of their reality to find a way. ]
More immediately, the one where you tell me what you did and I show you that you will always have a way back, through me.
[ it'll be fucking messy, chaotic, perhaps sloppy but — well. set's not exactly a benevolent god ]
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were Cassian to make such a request ( demand / plea ) of someone else, they might balk at dictating his future. They might counter-balance what they wish to say with talk of choosing freely, of deciding for oneself. Certainly, Set prefers that people live their lives and chase their goals with conviction — as he, personally, has been thoroughly disabused of his own will, his own faith in himself and his divinity. Where once he might have reminded Cassian of his freedom to choose, to develop, he will not now — he must speak with authority, as if his way is the only way, or he will falter.
He will appear an imposter, and not the audacious, boundless thing that he was made to be. ]
The one where you live, and the Empire falls.
[ Effortlessly, he delivers such a hope to Cassian Andor. ]
You never had to go back there in the first place, Cassian. That is not the promise any of us make to any one of you. [ Zenites, he means. ] What new world Zenith thinks they can offer you, will never match the truth of the millions of other realities where you and Jyn Erso live.
[ By his tone, he is not asking him to convert. It is not a demand that he reconsider his decision, where he has gone or what he has done, only that he is a little silly, for thinking any Meridian worth their salt would concede to letting him perish in any world. That they would not risk it all to save him, save Jyn. To give them hope and a future. To allow them to squander their work, their faith, because they would rather ensure an Empire dies on their watch, than trust the people of their reality to find a way. ]
More immediately, the one where you tell me what you did and I show you that you will always have a way back, through me.
[ it'll be fucking messy, chaotic, perhaps sloppy but — well. set's not exactly a benevolent god ]