[Despite how honorbound the two of them were in their own particular ways, the differences in that honor show themselves in the way Set's sworn warriors react to his news. Hayame is enraged because of the personal insult- that someone would take Set's child hostage, a child that she "knew" and had accepted despite all they had always represented to a woman such as herself, that someone would dare to wrong Set, while Dimitri seems incensed on behalf of children, of the innocents. (Perhaps, despite how publicly and violently he had raged across Communion, he was the nobler of all of them.)]
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[Despite her expressed willingness to move, to attack, to go now if he would just command them, Hayame is silent as she listens to the war god's answer, watching (sadly) as he cradles the canopic jar with the peculiar writing of his world upon it, pressing his lips to the shape of it. If the spirits of those orphans were here... if someone were to take from her was precious little she cared for...
Fine. She thought it was far too merciful to give that brat anything less than execution, far too risky to grant him time to potentially do something to Anubis' remaining jars, but... It was not her son. It was Set's decision, and no matter how suspicious she is of the phrasing give him the opportunity, thinking cynically of the Zenith pets the god seemed to like to collect and coddle despite how much it potentially undermined Meridian's cause...
There was also the Prism to consider. It needed to be secured. Hayame's head lowers slightly in acknowledgement. Not just of his claim (which she would honor until Gen wrongs her days later), but of his advice. He did not even need to say it (to her). After all...]
It is already begun.
[Beneath the bolstering grip of Set's hand, Hayame's muscular arm flexes as her hand moves to one of her makeshift, leaf-woven saddlebags to pull from it a shard, gleaming and crimson and held tight in her fingers. One the Exalt Oracle had connected her to, that belonged to a Zenite with whom she has no personal grudge...
But she does not need one. He is a Zenite. An enemy. A man who is actively working to see the end of her hope to return to her world where she belonged. She is not cruel and not violent without cause, she has no immediate plans to crush it... yet she also has no plans to return it. For now, she has a hostage of her own. And she does not seem to see an ounce of hypocrisy in it.]
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[Despite her expressed willingness to move, to attack, to go now if he would just command them, Hayame is silent as she listens to the war god's answer, watching (sadly) as he cradles the canopic jar with the peculiar writing of his world upon it, pressing his lips to the shape of it. If the spirits of those orphans were here... if someone were to take from her was precious little she cared for...
Fine. She thought it was far too merciful to give that brat anything less than execution, far too risky to grant him time to potentially do something to Anubis' remaining jars, but... It was not her son. It was Set's decision, and no matter how suspicious she is of the phrasing give him the opportunity, thinking cynically of the Zenith pets the god seemed to like to collect and coddle despite how much it potentially undermined Meridian's cause...
There was also the Prism to consider. It needed to be secured. Hayame's head lowers slightly in acknowledgement. Not just of his claim (which she would honor until Gen wrongs her days later), but of his advice. He did not even need to say it (to her). After all...]
It is already begun.
[Beneath the bolstering grip of Set's hand, Hayame's muscular arm flexes as her hand moves to one of her makeshift, leaf-woven saddlebags to pull from it a shard, gleaming and crimson and held tight in her fingers. One the Exalt Oracle had connected her to, that belonged to a Zenite with whom she has no personal grudge...
But she does not need one. He is a Zenite. An enemy. A man who is actively working to see the end of her hope to return to her world where she belonged. She is not cruel and not violent without cause, she has no immediate plans to crush it... yet she also has no plans to return it. For now, she has a hostage of her own. And she does not seem to see an ounce of hypocrisy in it.]