[ The discord burns inside of him, a constant reminder that they should not be, but it doesn't matter in this moment. Not when he's exhausted, stuck in his own head, reliving his own darkness. It is what it is; he has promised a part of himself to Set and he will give it.
In exchange, he gets... this. This comfort, this poison, the weight of knowing.
It's enough, isn't it? To get it all back? ]
I wish this were over. [ This trial. The staring, eyeless thing, the sense of exhaustion. This bleak spot at the end of the world. ]
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In exchange, he gets... this. This comfort, this poison, the weight of knowing.
It's enough, isn't it? To get it all back? ]
I wish this were over. [ This trial. The staring, eyeless thing, the sense of exhaustion. This bleak spot at the end of the world. ]