[ He takes a moment, to assess Liem's condition. The wings upon his back, the long angles of his face and the way his face immediately contorts — accusatory, suspicious. What has Gen done? ( Escalated the situation, obviously. ) Set's own face is implacable, inanimate. Nigh-grim, with the distinct focus of a man fighting subtly as he stands upon the gallows. He turns the blade over in his palm, crossing it so that the blade follows the outer line of his forearm; claws darken where they curve from the beds of his nails, and he takes another step forward.
Part of him, in the back of his mind is screaming. It does not ask to end this, to avoid it ( some things are unavoidable, after all / some things must be done / he would do anything for the boy to whom he owes his atonement ), but it asks in simple, bleak terms: ] Yield swiftly, my friend.
[ His spine dips, and with a burst of strength, Set lunges across the distance between them. Single-minded and severe. ]
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Part of him, in the back of his mind is screaming. It does not ask to end this, to avoid it ( some things are unavoidable, after all / some things must be done / he would do anything for the boy to whom he owes his atonement ), but it asks in simple, bleak terms: ] Yield swiftly, my friend.
[ His spine dips, and with a burst of strength, Set lunges across the distance between them. Single-minded and severe. ]