[ Yeah. To Set, who is unaware, it would say that Silco is not truly invested in his goal of ultimate destruction. To the Meridian that hums within the god, it is knowing: why would Silco not truly safeguard his child against the harmony found in Zenith? The harmony that would seek to stifle her, when he is gone and can do nothing for her but hope his machinations last into a future he cannot ascertain. ( Meridian sparks wicked within Set, calling on him to drag Silco to his side. To remind him that it is not just Zenith that could serve his every end, not with Set there. Zenith is not active destruction. It is just acceptance of destruction made by other hands, after all. Chaos only exists because imperfect places exist for it to flourish. )
Set jerks his fingers back, to rip the connection that threatens to build between them away. Hateful and sudden of the way the opposing energies seek to speak to one another, to duel for artificial ideologies that ought not define the natural world. In Communion, there might be a note of apology. A rueful thing that snaps and bites at the energies within him and commands them not to ruin this moment he seeks control over, with Silco. It is the same spark of violence within him that he had focused not upon the man he could easily overpower and betray, but the forces that attempted to drive him to act. Even if he would act, he did not appreciate being twisted into some other shape.
Osiris had tried that, after all. ] You know I will. Have I not already vowed to do all within my power to safeguard your wild Zaun? Why would I turn away from your daughter, whom embodies that world? I would do it with her, Silco.
[ He hates that he would say such a thing, but a girl as destructive and wild as Jinx does not deserve one Zenite-pure world to unleash herself on. She deserves to be upheld as a beacon upon which all worlds should be her playground to. How short-sighted and selfish of Silco, he thinks, to entrap her in a single cage, when she could have infinite room instead.
Still, as he curls his hand to his chest and contains the Meridian that seeks its opposite, seeks to coerce Silco, he murmurs: ] And because we understand and know one another, you know I will ask you: what would you possibly pay me with — to do this thing? I know what this is. A deal made on tenuous grounds, a long span of time than even the one we struck before. You want my immediate vow, and you want my consideration into that possible future. That is a very high price, and your mortal soul already belongs to Sebastian.
[ There are no guarantees. Set needs to strike deals, to ensure the foundation. Silco is one among many, he considers, but an important one.
( He knows, what he might ask for. He wants to know Silco's thoughts first. ) ]
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Set jerks his fingers back, to rip the connection that threatens to build between them away. Hateful and sudden of the way the opposing energies seek to speak to one another, to duel for artificial ideologies that ought not define the natural world. In Communion, there might be a note of apology. A rueful thing that snaps and bites at the energies within him and commands them not to ruin this moment he seeks control over, with Silco. It is the same spark of violence within him that he had focused not upon the man he could easily overpower and betray, but the forces that attempted to drive him to act. Even if he would act, he did not appreciate being twisted into some other shape.
Osiris had tried that, after all. ] You know I will. Have I not already vowed to do all within my power to safeguard your wild Zaun? Why would I turn away from your daughter, whom embodies that world? I would do it with her, Silco.
[ He hates that he would say such a thing, but a girl as destructive and wild as Jinx does not deserve one Zenite-pure world to unleash herself on. She deserves to be upheld as a beacon upon which all worlds should be her playground to. How short-sighted and selfish of Silco, he thinks, to entrap her in a single cage, when she could have infinite room instead.
Still, as he curls his hand to his chest and contains the Meridian that seeks its opposite, seeks to coerce Silco, he murmurs: ] And because we understand and know one another, you know I will ask you: what would you possibly pay me with — to do this thing? I know what this is. A deal made on tenuous grounds, a long span of time than even the one we struck before. You want my immediate vow, and you want my consideration into that possible future. That is a very high price, and your mortal soul already belongs to Sebastian.
[ There are no guarantees. Set needs to strike deals, to ensure the foundation. Silco is one among many, he considers, but an important one.
( He knows, what he might ask for. He wants to know Silco's thoughts first. ) ]