[ There will be no 'maybe'. Gen will regret this moment, because within Set is the brittle, harsh, ugly thing that knows he will ensure that he does. ]
I see.
[ Set refuses to look into Gen's mind further. He turns from the feelings that are harbored for Kurose Reiji, as if they matter not at all to him in this moment ( they do not, they will not until the quartet of canopic jars and their contents are held in his hands once more ). The things he has done for the boy who's viscera fills each of those jars — oh please, he thinks, please let them be empty. Let this just be a fool who cannot shake the memory of that night, the weight of those jars.
Behind Gen, someone whispers — You know what you have to do — patient and deep. A glossy memory, thin as fine silk, that flickers across their shared space. Whatever might be within Set's own mind, thoughts or feelings, he has closed off from Gen. From this moment, until he has those jars in his hands, he will give Gen nothing but obedience. Not a fight, not a retort, not even the numerous things he could say about the situation. He just wants the jars back, and he wants to feel again. ]
I'll tell you when I have him, then.
[ And firmly, he shoves Gen out of his mind and slams the door in his face. ]
no subject
I see.
[ Set refuses to look into Gen's mind further. He turns from the feelings that are harbored for Kurose Reiji, as if they matter not at all to him in this moment ( they do not, they will not until the quartet of canopic jars and their contents are held in his hands once more ). The things he has done for the boy who's viscera fills each of those jars — oh please, he thinks, please let them be empty. Let this just be a fool who cannot shake the memory of that night, the weight of those jars.
Behind Gen, someone whispers — You know what you have to do — patient and deep. A glossy memory, thin as fine silk, that flickers across their shared space. Whatever might be within Set's own mind, thoughts or feelings, he has closed off from Gen. From this moment, until he has those jars in his hands, he will give Gen nothing but obedience. Not a fight, not a retort, not even the numerous things he could say about the situation. He just wants the jars back, and he wants to feel again. ]
I'll tell you when I have him, then.
[ And firmly, he shoves Gen out of his mind and slams the door in his face. ]