[ same hat, dark. emotions suck, set's running on fumes trying to figure this shit out right now, and he'd much rather be doing math or running drills or beating the hell out of someone ( like amos ). ]

You could always give us a try, some time. I would not ask for something permanent, but to know how it feels to be Meridian could be informative to you. It might soothe the uncertainty in your heart, either by assuring you that Zenith is truly right for you, or providing something you might be missing.

[ He loves experiences, he seeks knowledge. Were he able to take a day trip and be Zenith, he would; there is no doubt that what Set suggests is not a manipulation of sympathies, or a promise of worlds reignited and returned to. It is knowledge, and it is the pursuit of answers — both the world's, and personal ones. To that end, he truly cannot get out of Dark's hair, or presence. There is a child within him, and crude as he is... there is someone he misses.

So, cautiously — he reaches up to the crown of that white hair, and softly draws his fingers through it. Once, twice, to comb out a metaphorical tangle with the prick of his nails and patience he feels waning rapidly, for he is incapable of maintaining such calm for long. He is a god of battle and chaos, not tenderness. ]

Sometimes, we want things for ourselves. Men like us will always, always have the power to take what we want. And that strength can be used for others, to protect and impress them. Not everyone is like us, Dark. We must be amazing for them, I think.

[ He tugs his fingers free, at the ends of that mane of white hair. ]

Maybe he will, and Yoko's wishes can finally be just a dream to you both.