[ Matt nods slowly. "One day" doesn't strike him as particularly puzzling. Linear time is a western concept to begin with, and some mythic figures are surrounded by prophecy. But even absent all that, he wouldn't blame anybody in Set's position who felt the need to make bold statements.

It's only the last thing that makes him frown again. He can't kick a deity while he's down, and it seems like trying to articulate his suspicions draws either disdain or anger. He inhales, gentle ease. Lets it out, purging fear. ]

I want that for you, [ he says eventually. ] I really do. I just think ...

Every time these wars got fought before, they didn't work. That's what I heard. And as long as the darkness is out there, I can't believe anyone's gonna get what they want. [ A soft, tired sigh, as he watches Set carefully. Tear-stained cheeks, eyes wide and wary. ] I can't explain right now. I think opposite forces can get used to propel each other, not just tear each other down. And I can see myself joining Meridian at some point, but not ... not like this. Not with you leaning on me.

[ There's a reason Matt didn't respond to Set's apology. He has been apologized to before, only for nothing to change. This is a gentle challenge, maybe too particular to make sense to anyone but Matt: if you're sorry for scaring me, show me. ]