[ dextera thinks set might be insane. his son is his baroque. it’s not unlike the bagged one and boxbearer.
he knows, vaguely, of the concept in his own world of “set,” but his own expertise has always been another religion, and he knows for a fact set didn’t exist in his besides. this man seems just as prone to delusion as any human, so delusion it seems to be.
luckily, dextera has sympathy for that, and with death coming for them all, he doesn't feel the need to kill set himself. ]
I thought I would.
[ he shifts his posture, draws his knees up to his chin instead. ]
But I still want to go home. I want to see my brother. I couldn’t let go of that.
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he knows, vaguely, of the concept in his own world of “set,” but his own expertise has always been another religion, and he knows for a fact set didn’t exist in his besides. this man seems just as prone to delusion as any human, so delusion it seems to be.
luckily, dextera has sympathy for that, and with death coming for them all, he doesn't feel the need to kill set himself. ]
I thought I would.
[ he shifts his posture, draws his knees up to his chin instead. ]
But I still want to go home. I want to see my brother. I couldn’t let go of that.