[ He'd meant to depart the scene immediately after procuring Reiji and leaving Set with those two jars -- he'd had a plan, and he'd meant to carry it out. But as always, things never go the way he want them to when it comes to Reiji. After all, how could he even think about moving once he felt that terrible, hollow, cold emptiness clutched in his hands, ever familiar and ever painful? He'd sunk to his knees without even knowing it, and it's not until he feels the touch of fingers through his hair that Gen twitches and glances up past the tangle of his bangs.
He only blinks, heavy and resentful, in the face of Set's words. And though the tense of his lower eyelid and the clench of his jaw make his displeasure evident, it's telling that his anger in this moment is quiet, as deep and nigh-still as dark waters. A far cry from the usual explosive heat of his rage, directed so violently inward that it nears the silent gravity of a black hole. ]
Don't go talking like you know anything about him.
[ They both know that Set is right. Set must know that they both know he's right. (Maybe if it had been someone else, anyone else, that was there to protect Reiji all those years back, he'd be happy by now. Yes. Almost certainly. Gen has no delusions about having ever made Reiji's suffering less.)
There's no further warning before Gen abruptly melts into the earth, vanishing from sight and leaving Set with only half of his treasure, and low parting words through Communion: ]
The other two are just as safe. Stay out of my way and I'll give'em back after this is all over.
[ Just as Set had taken his time in arriving with Reiji's shard, exploiting the fact that Gen hadn't established a deadline, Gen is equally capable of being petty and maliciously compliant -- after all, he'd only ever promised that the jars would be safe. And they are. If Set wants the remaining two back any time soon, he just has to shut up and not cause a fuss, just until this mess is over. Easy, right? ]
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He only blinks, heavy and resentful, in the face of Set's words. And though the tense of his lower eyelid and the clench of his jaw make his displeasure evident, it's telling that his anger in this moment is quiet, as deep and nigh-still as dark waters. A far cry from the usual explosive heat of his rage, directed so violently inward that it nears the silent gravity of a black hole. ]
Don't go talking like you know anything about him.
[ They both know that Set is right. Set must know that they both know he's right. (Maybe if it had been someone else, anyone else, that was there to protect Reiji all those years back, he'd be happy by now. Yes. Almost certainly. Gen has no delusions about having ever made Reiji's suffering less.)
There's no further warning before Gen abruptly melts into the earth, vanishing from sight and leaving Set with only half of his treasure, and low parting words through Communion: ]
The other two are just as safe. Stay out of my way and I'll give'em back after this is all over.
[ Just as Set had taken his time in arriving with Reiji's shard, exploiting the fact that Gen hadn't established a deadline, Gen is equally capable of being petty and maliciously compliant -- after all, he'd only ever promised that the jars would be safe. And they are. If Set wants the remaining two back any time soon, he just has to shut up and not cause a fuss, just until this mess is over. Easy, right? ]