[ Dark groans very loudly now, swinging side to side while he sits. With Set quite literally refusing to get out of his hair, he shuts his eyes and tries to think deeply again— something he’s (surprisingly) well capable of, but doesn’t like to do when it’s about emotional or philosophical stuff. He’s fine with learning new magic or deciphering old languages. He’s even fine with physics or math. Dark is a genius by definition, but what’s annoying is all this weird, extremely human sentimentality that Lucien’s bogged him down with. Sentimentality that Set, for whatever reason, seems intent on reminding him of. ]

Shut up. If it’d been a Zenite talking to me right now and not some pale-skinned, cat-dog-jackal-god person from Meridian, we would’ve been reharmonized already.

[ He does not look at Set when Set tells him to. He stares ahead of himself instead, hunched over like a sumo wrestler with both hands on the sides of his folded knees. ]

—I don’t live for Yoko…

[ He mutters. ]

But a world without her in it would suck. If she’s in either one, I don’t care which it is. I’m not scared of gods, demons, or anything else. I’m scared she’s gonna bitch at me for not taking her back to our world, even if it’s a terrible one. She’ll miss all the people she grew up with if I don't.

[ It’s the reason this is all so annoying. Because what he wants is to give Yoko what she wants. ]

But it’s not like Lucien and I dislike any of the people we met here, either. Who knows, maybe he’ll fall in love with someone else. He’s only a kid, after all.