Silco may know of his child, because he had come to understand the man before him. Because they had chosen together, reluctant and cornered, not to assail one another until one was dead, but to offer one another their blood and Shards and — no, he cannot think that what they did was that. ( Cared for one another. ) It is a falsity, and a madness that he cannot fall prey to. Understanding and acceptance was one thing, but to pretend anything else was possible, even now, was foolish. Stupid. The thoughts of a lonely god, whom held his own brutal scars silent in his hands while Silco wielded them as evidence that he was the most wronged man in existence. ]
My brother is the god of life. Nothing dies without his leave, and thus — he is waiting for me. Even if I went to Yima for my child, he would not know me. He would hate me. I refuse to live in a world where my son is not my son, and my brother —
[ The words are haunting. Suggestive of a deeper issue. ]
I saw him, in a vision. Like a Shard-bearer, he was born from the tree and the Lady Yima embraced him like her own.
[ And therein, his hatred surges. It blisters across their strange connection, a wave of fluidity and vehemence and madness; that he ought to tear the flower from where it sits among the red flowers within his soul ( silco will see it, briefly: the offering of those red flowers, and he will know it for set's revulsion, his pure horror and nothing more ). What he feels in that moment is contempt, it is the bellowing how dare you of someone who had not truly fathomed that his own brother might be drawn through time and space. That he had considered that the Lady did not truly care for the pain she was causing, but had not thought her capable of spurning him entirely with such an act.
But, it is just a vision. A warning from the tree, at best. ]
While I appreciate your vision of absolute destruction, I adhere to Meridian because you would rob me of my own vengeance. I cannot call upon my own child and raze this world with you, as he is not my son right now. I have to liberate him. I do not care what happens afterwards. Meridian will win, because I will be here even after you are gone.
[ And then he sighs, closing his eyes as his expression falls into something pained. Paternal. Their will is clashing now, their goals the same exact thing, but in different ways; impossible to reconcile, and perhaps hostility will rise between them unchecked, if he does not sidestep into another matter. ]
Silco. When you die, who is going to safeguard her to their world? If they wish a world purified of what was, do you really think they will suffer her to live? If she was here, they know of her. They will crush her shard before she even has a chance, and you know they will. If not them, then Yima — for if she could call my brother to her world, she will not hesitate to wield your vulnerability against you before you see your vision fulfilled. If it threatens her goal, she will excise it when she sees fit to.
[ A warning, as he hesitantly — carefully, for it is Silco before him ( hostile to all things, especially contact ) — presses the ends of his fingers to the ends of Silco's. Gloved, yes. The hand that holds the contract with Sebastian. ]
Then, you will be gone. And Jinx will have no father to be by her side, against all things to come. You know what you have to do, to truly ensure she is safeguarded, do you not?
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Silco may know of his child, because he had come to understand the man before him. Because they had chosen together, reluctant and cornered, not to assail one another until one was dead, but to offer one another their blood and Shards and — no, he cannot think that what they did was that. ( Cared for one another. ) It is a falsity, and a madness that he cannot fall prey to. Understanding and acceptance was one thing, but to pretend anything else was possible, even now, was foolish. Stupid. The thoughts of a lonely god, whom held his own brutal scars silent in his hands while Silco wielded them as evidence that he was the most wronged man in existence. ]
My brother is the god of life. Nothing dies without his leave, and thus — he is waiting for me. Even if I went to Yima for my child, he would not know me. He would hate me. I refuse to live in a world where my son is not my son, and my brother —
[ The words are haunting. Suggestive of a deeper issue. ]
I saw him, in a vision. Like a Shard-bearer, he was born from the tree and the Lady Yima embraced him like her own.
[ And therein, his hatred surges. It blisters across their strange connection, a wave of fluidity and vehemence and madness; that he ought to tear the flower from where it sits among the red flowers within his soul ( silco will see it, briefly: the offering of those red flowers, and he will know it for set's revulsion, his pure horror and nothing more ). What he feels in that moment is contempt, it is the bellowing how dare you of someone who had not truly fathomed that his own brother might be drawn through time and space. That he had considered that the Lady did not truly care for the pain she was causing, but had not thought her capable of spurning him entirely with such an act.
But, it is just a vision. A warning from the tree, at best. ]
While I appreciate your vision of absolute destruction, I adhere to Meridian because you would rob me of my own vengeance. I cannot call upon my own child and raze this world with you, as he is not my son right now. I have to liberate him. I do not care what happens afterwards. Meridian will win, because I will be here even after you are gone.
[ And then he sighs, closing his eyes as his expression falls into something pained. Paternal. Their will is clashing now, their goals the same exact thing, but in different ways; impossible to reconcile, and perhaps hostility will rise between them unchecked, if he does not sidestep into another matter. ]
Silco. When you die, who is going to safeguard her to their world? If they wish a world purified of what was, do you really think they will suffer her to live? If she was here, they know of her. They will crush her shard before she even has a chance, and you know they will. If not them, then Yima — for if she could call my brother to her world, she will not hesitate to wield your vulnerability against you before you see your vision fulfilled. If it threatens her goal, she will excise it when she sees fit to.
[ A warning, as he hesitantly — carefully, for it is Silco before him ( hostile to all things, especially contact ) — presses the ends of his fingers to the ends of Silco's. Gloved, yes. The hand that holds the contract with Sebastian. ]
Then, you will be gone. And Jinx will have no father to be by her side, against all things to come. You know what you have to do, to truly ensure she is safeguarded, do you not?