[ He cannot bring himself to reach over to Dextera, to slide an arm around him or even push some of those dark bangs from his somber eyes. The young man is a selfish creature, so much like Set; he cavorts with the enemy because it gives him what Meridian cannot, he plots for his own empowerment and pretends as though they will not be betrayals — but, if he must be a traitor-god, he will be a true one.

They're both selfish, and their ability to care is so stunted and otherworldly, it is anathema to some. ]

That is enough. [ Of course it is. ] If that is what gives you strength, it does not matter if anyone else can understand it. It is yours, alone.