What does he want, from anyone? Validation, acceptance. To be real in their eyes. To defy his brother's unwavering truth — that Set only possesses authority, only derives power, from Osiris's good graces. He wants power, absolutely. The might to conquer, the strength to stand once more as the damnatio memoriae that broke the faith of armies with his mere presence. ]
The second. The second thing you said.
[ In his life, unlived but part of the whole of him, he is the strength of kings. The name of calamity and power, whom assists in upholding the absolute authority of the pharaonic power within Egypt; the complex, conflicting outsider-god whom roams far and wide and sits at the right of the kings of men and gods. These are things he does not know, he cannot grasp. They linger in the infinite pool of his existence, and he has not the net to cast into the darkness to draw on his experiences — he is young, younger than some know him to be. And he turns to Akua with bruised eyes, blood drying in his hair and in the hollow of his throat, from the battles. His battles. ]
If they cannot wholly find purchase in Meridian's promise alone, I want to be what they can entrust to. I cannot be the shining, perfect light as our Tribune must be, but I can be his shadow. I do not think I have ever sought their worship, when I think of it. I only want — to be wr pḥtj ḥr ptrt šnwt ḥꜣ m snḥmw. For myself, and them. As a bonus.
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What does he want, from anyone? Validation, acceptance. To be real in their eyes. To defy his brother's unwavering truth — that Set only possesses authority, only derives power, from Osiris's good graces. He wants power, absolutely. The might to conquer, the strength to stand once more as the damnatio memoriae that broke the faith of armies with his mere presence. ]
The second. The second thing you said.
[ In his life, unlived but part of the whole of him, he is the strength of kings. The name of calamity and power, whom assists in upholding the absolute authority of the pharaonic power within Egypt; the complex, conflicting outsider-god whom roams far and wide and sits at the right of the kings of men and gods. These are things he does not know, he cannot grasp. They linger in the infinite pool of his existence, and he has not the net to cast into the darkness to draw on his experiences — he is young, younger than some know him to be. And he turns to Akua with bruised eyes, blood drying in his hair and in the hollow of his throat, from the battles. His battles. ]
If they cannot wholly find purchase in Meridian's promise alone, I want to be what they can entrust to. I cannot be the shining, perfect light as our Tribune must be, but I can be his shadow. I do not think I have ever sought their worship, when I think of it. I only want — to be wr pḥtj ḥr ptrt šnwt ḥꜣ m snḥmw. For myself, and them. As a bonus.
[ tsundere mode ]