At least you know now, where to best strike in the end.
[ Such tactics as targeting the innocent are ones that Set does not find himself incapable of, he is an evil god and thoroughly capable of targeting the innocent. He also knows how to bide his time, how to prepare for what such a thing would mean. This proves to him where the greatest weakness of Zenith lies — not in their ties to Yima, but in their ties to their past. It is why he lingers in Meridian, and would not claim Anubis's shard ( Horus's shard ) until the bitter end, to prevent such a perfect vulnerability.
He rakes his fingers over the sides of Liem's chest, tangling his claws into the folds of the man's clothing; a gesture of yearning, hopeful reconciliation. He won't apologize, nor ask for Liem's regrets — war is war, and Set is made just as vulnerable by his own loved one. As any Zenite would be, for does he not call to the dark, cool places even as he fights to hold fast to the light? ]
No, I do not think he will. But, the way I view what he is doing is... wholly different, I feel, than most will. Where most will view a hostage situation — I view a threat to my child and an insult to what we mean to one another, in the same breath. He only had to ask me to aid him. He must be punished for what he did, but that is my right.
[ He leans down, closer and closer still, to stroke his fingers higher across Liem's chest and across his jaw. To trace the strong line of his nose and stern brow, and tangle in his hair. All claw and manic trembling, as he tightens his thighs around the man's hips. ]
You were not wrong, to do what you did. I am glad you are willing to go that far.
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[ Such tactics as targeting the innocent are ones that Set does not find himself incapable of, he is an evil god and thoroughly capable of targeting the innocent. He also knows how to bide his time, how to prepare for what such a thing would mean. This proves to him where the greatest weakness of Zenith lies — not in their ties to Yima, but in their ties to their past. It is why he lingers in Meridian, and would not claim Anubis's shard ( Horus's shard ) until the bitter end, to prevent such a perfect vulnerability.
He rakes his fingers over the sides of Liem's chest, tangling his claws into the folds of the man's clothing; a gesture of yearning, hopeful reconciliation. He won't apologize, nor ask for Liem's regrets — war is war, and Set is made just as vulnerable by his own loved one. As any Zenite would be, for does he not call to the dark, cool places even as he fights to hold fast to the light? ]
No, I do not think he will. But, the way I view what he is doing is... wholly different, I feel, than most will. Where most will view a hostage situation — I view a threat to my child and an insult to what we mean to one another, in the same breath. He only had to ask me to aid him. He must be punished for what he did, but that is my right.
[ He leans down, closer and closer still, to stroke his fingers higher across Liem's chest and across his jaw. To trace the strong line of his nose and stern brow, and tangle in his hair. All claw and manic trembling, as he tightens his thighs around the man's hips. ]
You were not wrong, to do what you did. I am glad you are willing to go that far.