[ Dextera surprises him, more often than he likes to be surprised. He seems so mild, a long-limbed creature more apt to blow away in the wind than manage to push back against anyone, anything. There is a contrast within Dextera — weak-willed, yet strong-willed. Fearful and prone to vulnerability, but unrelentingly territorial. He's felt it, after all. That mental hook-hold, when Dextera had thought he might go...

All the same, Set does not apologize for what he has said. He cannot, for feelings of guilt or regret are not things he is capable of — save for in certain circumstances. ]

Even if we are stuck here, I think I will outlive most of Zenith's Shard-bearers easily. If I must wait until they die of thirst or hunger, and be the last Harmonized bearer in this place in that way, I will do it. As for the rest [ aka the uh, apocalypse ] I am not afraid of it.

[ There is a sense that he is absolutely assured of himself. Though, the accompanying feeling is one of confusion: he does not know how he can be confident, that he can stand against the apocalypse, only that he has? will? ]