[ And Set listens, without aiming to force Gen to answer for his choices. Coming to these caverns and learning what the Oracle expected of them was — an insult, to war itself. This is robbery and ego death, the eating away of people's right to choose and learn whether their choice was right, or wrong, for themselves. It is watching people he (cares for ) watches over, suffer unheard and unsoothed. Being unable to hear them, maybe, before they give in to a choice they should not be forced to make, or remake.

Now, he opens his posture a little more. The further back Gen leans into him, the more space he makes. His mouth finds its way to the young man's temple now, glad that he hunches so much, so that he can gather him close and breathe in the smell of him. Bitter, sad. ]

We all war with our desires. You were brave and worked hard, to try something antithetical to yours.

[ Set radiates the same perilous thought, after all. That his world should burn, that he can save what he wants and ensure the rest is wiped clean, wiped away. He can remake, in the way that no other can. The promise he has made to Yima has echoed throughout his Communion, her flower stark against his soul; among the red flowers that tear through his skin like collar and shackles, her dark, starry blossom sits by his ear. Where he listens to her, too. ]

I want you to be where you can find happiness and meaning, Gen. If not this side, then choose the other. You have the right to.