We are, surprisingly. [ Honest, to one another. ] How terrible, that it took what it did, to bring us together.
[ He will lose this moment, Set knows. Silco will purge himself of Meridian and return to Zenith, and there will be nothing gained or lost of them. Just secrets exposed. Vulnerable places, where he will be allowing Silco purchase. There is death. There is death of the body, death of the existence in this place, but Set knows — giving this to Silco, will mean the death of his soul if he so decides to utilize it. Those who know of the secret are Meridian alone, and the Lady Yima, who understands his grief and has already proven she will yield it against him ( he seeks to go north, because of her — ), they are those he tethers himself to.
Whom he hands his reins, both to urge them to pull on them when he falters, and to manipulate them with the image he presents. It is a true image, but one he would conspire and use all the same. And now, he thinks to give it to Silco. To Silco, engrossed in ruinous destruction, who will not care a whit for what Set gives him — it will not change a thing. Yet, they are so alike. They are so much alike, in betrayal and wrath and villainy, that he wonders if
maybe
they are
alike, in this: ] I have a son.
[ Simple. To the point. Less words than he has given to Hayame, or Voryn Dagoth, or Dextera. Even less than he had offered Lady Yima herself. I have a son, he tells Silco. ]
I promised him I would return home.
[ That is what others know.
But, for Silco? ] And I lost him, before I even came to Kenos.
[ Though Anubis was alive, grown and beautiful like his mother, his mind was gone. Erased. Turned against him, changed. His beloved son, whom he had done so much for — had so much done to him, forced upon him, whom he had misguidedly, mistakenly hurt, to protect him ( to protect himself, some laughing, mocking part of him scolds ). He was gone, his false father gone to him, and Set left with his ghost. ]
oh boy here we go
[ He will lose this moment, Set knows. Silco will purge himself of Meridian and return to Zenith, and there will be nothing gained or lost of them. Just secrets exposed. Vulnerable places, where he will be allowing Silco purchase. There is death. There is death of the body, death of the existence in this place, but Set knows — giving this to Silco, will mean the death of his soul if he so decides to utilize it. Those who know of the secret are Meridian alone, and the Lady Yima, who understands his grief and has already proven she will yield it against him ( he seeks to go north, because of her — ), they are those he tethers himself to.
Whom he hands his reins, both to urge them to pull on them when he falters, and to manipulate them with the image he presents. It is a true image, but one he would conspire and use all the same. And now, he thinks to give it to Silco. To Silco, engrossed in ruinous destruction, who will not care a whit for what Set gives him — it will not change a thing. Yet, they are so alike. They are so much alike, in betrayal and wrath and villainy, that he wonders if
maybe
they are
alike, in this: ] I have a son.
[ Simple. To the point. Less words than he has given to Hayame, or Voryn Dagoth, or Dextera. Even less than he had offered Lady Yima herself. I have a son, he tells Silco. ]
I promised him I would return home.
[ That is what others know.
But, for Silco? ] And I lost him, before I even came to Kenos.
[ Though Anubis was alive, grown and beautiful like his mother, his mind was gone. Erased. Turned against him, changed. His beloved son, whom he had done so much for — had so much done to him, forced upon him, whom he had misguidedly, mistakenly hurt, to protect him ( to protect himself, some laughing, mocking part of him scolds ). He was gone, his false father gone to him, and Set left with his ghost. ]