[ It has to be a shard. This has to be about a shard.
Gen is at fault here. Gen chose to accept Yima's offer. He could have just been satisfied dying, satisfied working toward the destruction of his world, whatever the hell it was he wanted from Zenith — where he had gone, because he belonged there. Well, what if his precious little someone didn't belong there? What kind of responsibility was Minegishi Gen going to take for that? He's the one who made the choice that now has him acting like this, going wild for something that he made into a target.
Contained behind red-flowering bramble, Set's rage and pain that begins to collapse around him, dragged down by force and madness and a deep, deep sense that it has happened again, resignation. He darkens, blackens, and becomes smooth and glassy and yielding. Within their minds, it is obvious that Set, proud and clever, can be brought to heel by this threat.
There is the impression of him folding to his knees, his teeth savaging his own mouth as he works at it, biting himself because he cannot put his fangs into the throat of the one who is issuing this ultimatum. ( And he begins to think to himself, what he is going to do after this, as he prepares to tally how much flesh he will take for this crime. ) ]
Yes. I would have helped you, just like before. You could have come to me, always.
[ Hollowly, he floats the memory: holding him in the roots, accepting him, pushing him to the place he wanted and needed to be. And then he shoves it into the dirt, and bows his head before Minegishi Gen. ]
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Gen is at fault here. Gen chose to accept Yima's offer. He could have just been satisfied dying, satisfied working toward the destruction of his world, whatever the hell it was he wanted from Zenith — where he had gone, because he belonged there. Well, what if his precious little someone didn't belong there? What kind of responsibility was Minegishi Gen going to take for that? He's the one who made the choice that now has him acting like this, going wild for something that he made into a target.
Contained behind red-flowering bramble, Set's rage and pain that begins to collapse around him, dragged down by force and madness and a deep, deep sense that it has happened again, resignation. He darkens, blackens, and becomes smooth and glassy and yielding. Within their minds, it is obvious that Set, proud and clever, can be brought to heel by this threat.
There is the impression of him folding to his knees, his teeth savaging his own mouth as he works at it, biting himself because he cannot put his fangs into the throat of the one who is issuing this ultimatum. ( And he begins to think to himself, what he is going to do after this, as he prepares to tally how much flesh he will take for this crime. ) ]
Yes. I would have helped you, just like before. You could have come to me, always.
[ Hollowly, he floats the memory: holding him in the roots, accepting him, pushing him to the place he wanted and needed to be. And then he shoves it into the dirt, and bows his head before Minegishi Gen. ]
— I understand.