[ Hm. The smile that'd been on his face flattens out, and Dark is suddenly not as open as he'd been, hesitant to admit his internalized concerns about Yoko. He stays silent and still, blue eyes watching Set even when he's turned his head like those of a snake put in a corner. Eventually, he exhales. ]

I'm in a situation back home that's fused me together with Lucien. We weren't always the same person though.

[ Set cares about Lucien. There's a heavy and hopeful but unknown force in him that pushes him to believe so. Dark trusts Set with at least this fact, even if he doesn't know where the two of them stand. ]

Anyway, now that we are the same person, a lot of our feelings are mingled and merged together too. I know sure as hell that Anthrasax fucked my world royally, but what I don't know is if someone important to Lucien, therefore us, will ever be the same if we bring her out of the shard Yima gave us in a new world.

[ And honestly, even without her here, Dark knows what Yoko would want him to do. She wouldn't want him to side with Zenith at all. She'd want him to fight for Meridian and the lives of everyone in their own world to his last, resurrected dying breath. That's what she'd do, too. Ugh. It's so fucking annoying.

Less annoying than if they weren't an effigy, at least. He can feel himself able to piece the logic back together and override his emotions. There are parts of Lucien that don't want to lose touch with the people he's met here, either— Set himself included. ]

I don't expect you to follow any of this, by the way. Don't feel obligated to get sappy.

[ He comes from a time when humans still put copper and lead on their faces as make up, so... ]