[ Communion gives him a taste of Set’s feelings, but Sebastian would be able to identify it even without that forced connection. The way that Set’s pupils narrow and that little flicker of excitement are things that Sebastian can easily recognize for what they are. Hunger. It may not be so literal as Sebastian’s, but the urge is the same. They both crave things that are more abstract and are willing to pursue them with a ravenous energy that most simply couldn’t understand.
He scoffs, because even if it’s not a threat, he hates being caught in it all the same. He can’t begrudge Set for it anymore than he imagines Set thinks of his hungers, but it’s still irritating because of his lack of complicity in the agreement. If he had agreed to it himself and had a lack of foresight, he could easily say it was a challenge well met. Bartering with Silco in a way that entangled his demon was not nearly so fair a wager.
(Set, of course, finds a clean silk handkerchief in his breast pocket. In his vicious haste, all of that blood and gore had been wiped on a sleeve instead.) ]
And I have almost certainly been alive longer than those gods.
[ It’s not bragging, more a simple statement, though it’s truth is nearly impossible to verify. What came first, after all? Humanity lusting after what they could not have or humanity praising what they could not understand? But such ire isn’t directed at Set, even with the harshness in his words. Sebastian seems to hear it now, and he closes his one eye to compose himself. ]
…Silco told me of his side of this deal. [ And definitely Silco’s alone. Sebastian may consider himself a tool at Silco’s disposal, but even so, his interests were still more self-serving than for Zenith, though that’s something Sebastian won’t admit. ] What do you find you get out of this arrangement? I would like to hear it from your lips rather than his assumptions.
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He scoffs, because even if it’s not a threat, he hates being caught in it all the same. He can’t begrudge Set for it anymore than he imagines Set thinks of his hungers, but it’s still irritating because of his lack of complicity in the agreement. If he had agreed to it himself and had a lack of foresight, he could easily say it was a challenge well met. Bartering with Silco in a way that entangled his demon was not nearly so fair a wager.
(Set, of course, finds a clean silk handkerchief in his breast pocket. In his vicious haste, all of that blood and gore had been wiped on a sleeve instead.) ]
And I have almost certainly been alive longer than those gods.
[ It’s not bragging, more a simple statement, though it’s truth is nearly impossible to verify. What came first, after all? Humanity lusting after what they could not have or humanity praising what they could not understand? But such ire isn’t directed at Set, even with the harshness in his words. Sebastian seems to hear it now, and he closes his one eye to compose himself. ]
…Silco told me of his side of this deal. [ And definitely Silco’s alone. Sebastian may consider himself a tool at Silco’s disposal, but even so, his interests were still more self-serving than for Zenith, though that’s something Sebastian won’t admit. ] What do you find you get out of this arrangement? I would like to hear it from your lips rather than his assumptions.