In some capacity, Set is divorced of his domains. A young god, growing into himself and all that he will be against the underpinning of Kenos's innate need to refuse him the fullness of his power, to contain him so that he does not disrupt the natural balance of the game all things. For Set is the embodiment of chaos, disorder. The confusion that strikes at the heart of things, to disorient and rattle foundations — he may not change them, but inciting people means getting a better look at them. Anger, and what someone grows angry at, is one of the best ways of gleaning who they truly are.
What they do not get angry at, and what they do, is telling.
John grows angry at the thought of being returned to the worlds, because of infection. There it is. A hole, dug into him. ]
No wonder you called me a storm, when you, yourself are a sickness.
[ No judgment, really. He's learning much about John today! ]
Whether you believe your world is truly gone, or that Zenith's victory will truly condemn it — why do you bother persisting? If you are infectious, you will spread among your own. You will stain them with yourself the longer you are around them, until even if they have their hands alone upon the constructs of the new world — you will follow them into it.
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In some capacity, Set is divorced of his domains. A young god, growing into himself and all that he will be against the underpinning of Kenos's innate need to refuse him the fullness of his power, to contain him so that he does not disrupt the natural balance of
the gameall things. For Set is the embodiment of chaos, disorder. The confusion that strikes at the heart of things, to disorient and rattle foundations — he may not change them, but inciting people means getting a better look at them. Anger, and what someone grows angry at, is one of the best ways of gleaning who they truly are.What they do not get angry at, and what they do, is telling.
John grows angry at the thought of being returned to the worlds, because of infection. There it is. A hole, dug into him. ]
No wonder you called me a storm, when you, yourself are a sickness.
[ No judgment, really. He's learning much about John today! ]
Whether you believe your world is truly gone, or that Zenith's victory will truly condemn it — why do you bother persisting? If you are infectious, you will spread among your own. You will stain them with yourself the longer you are around them, until even if they have their hands alone upon the constructs of the new world — you will follow them into it.