[ Maybe in another time, another situation, he would have been more rattled by that tidal wave of rage and pain. It's a solid wall of emotion that slams into him with almost breath-taking impact, and he does physically recoil -- but just a fraction. In another time, another situation, he probably would have been a little more sympathetic towards Set's howled demand.

But right here and right now, his own stakes are too high for him to give that demand even the slightest bit of consideration.

('Liem, you rotten son of a bitch,' he thinks vaguely to himself. 'So this is what you felt like talking to me, and you brushed it all off, for what?) ]

No.

[ His responds comes flat and steely, spat out quick and guttural past gritted teeth. Though Set might find some meager comfort in the fact that Gen doesn't just end his answer there. There's a hardened, grim patina to his words, and across the intimate connection of Communion, a lucid mind might be able to sense the way they're just barely holding back Gen's own overwhelming emotions. Is Set even rational enough to make that observation right now, though? ]

I hid them somewhere safe. You'll never find'em on your own. And you're gonna listen to what I tell you to do if you want'em back.