[ Once he has passed the prism off to them, he expects them to depart. That would be the wise thing, than to linger.
Instead, they wait. They ask his thoughts, and the searing thing within his heart throbs and aches and thinks I do not need them, they need me, knowing it for a lie. His heel drags in the dirt, an irritated motion not unlike a mirror to Hayame's stamping hooves or the grinding of toes upon something that needs to be crushed. What can he say to them, that is not deeply private? That is not a baring of vulnerability? That is not a sign that the god they follow is not weak at heart.
( He thinks of the two Zenites he has tricked and beaten. ) ]
Amos Burton, I will always condemn. Minegishi Gen is mine.
[ Especially now. Their relationship is tenuous but wild, and Set will not send his warriors to deal with the young man when he is the one who ought to do so. He was wronged, so Gen will be punished by his hand and their relationship righted by him alone. ]
Time has brought the pieces of my child to Kenos. Four parts of his whole being, captured in canopic jars the way —
[ He stirs the sands of his body with his hand, twisting his wrist to tear a hole in his form and produce two pale, stoppered jars with animal-head figures. He snarls his way through the words; Hayame knows, what he says. Dimitri will find the information new, and perhaps... telling. And he informs them both, because — the image of a grieving, injured father given to madness is a better one to wear than a god of capriciousness, a manipulative and selfish creature. ( No better than a demon, he had once said. ) ]
He returned only two, after I retrieved the Shard of his own loved one. He is unaware of what he holds, only that it is of dire importance to me. I do everything in this world, for my son — !
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[ Once he has passed the prism off to them, he expects them to depart. That would be the wise thing, than to linger.
Instead, they wait. They ask his thoughts, and the searing thing within his heart throbs and aches and thinks I do not need them, they need me, knowing it for a lie. His heel drags in the dirt, an irritated motion not unlike a mirror to Hayame's stamping hooves or the grinding of toes upon something that needs to be crushed. What can he say to them, that is not deeply private? That is not a baring of vulnerability? That is not a sign that the god they follow is not weak at heart.
( He thinks of the two Zenites he has tricked and beaten. ) ]
Amos Burton, I will always condemn. Minegishi Gen is mine.
[ Especially now. Their relationship is tenuous but wild, and Set will not send his warriors to deal with the young man when he is the one who ought to do so. He was wronged, so Gen will be punished by his hand and their relationship righted by him alone. ]
Time has brought the pieces of my child to Kenos. Four parts of his whole being, captured in canopic jars the way —
[ He stirs the sands of his body with his hand, twisting his wrist to tear a hole in his form and produce two pale, stoppered jars with animal-head figures. He snarls his way through the words; Hayame knows, what he says. Dimitri will find the information new, and perhaps... telling. And he informs them both, because — the image of a grieving, injured father given to madness is a better one to wear than a god of capriciousness, a manipulative and selfish creature. ( No better than a demon, he had once said. ) ]
He returned only two, after I retrieved the Shard of his own loved one. He is unaware of what he holds, only that it is of dire importance to me. I do everything in this world, for my son — !