[Grabbing the teapot roughly, Rin drops a strainer in one of the cups and begins to pour the tea. The liquid is a deep, warm amber and any loose leaves are caught by the strainer as she tips the pot.]
"I'm an exception beyond exceptions! I'm a Divine Spirit, I'm a Grand Servant!" [She lowered her pitch briefly to imitate him in a frustrated yet comical manner.]
Yeah, and for what? War, conflict, some obtuse idea of balance? Is anyone even supposed to trust you while you skitter around like a weasel poking at everything just to stir up trouble? Even where it's not needed? You lost me the moment you compared yourself to that Meridian god. If you're somehow different than him you'll need to show it.
[There is bitterness in her. Over Quetzalcoatl's demise. Over Set's public display — just short of dancing on an enemy's grave. She may have not had the fortitude to respond to it, but she still internalized it. Holds him in contempt for it.]
no subject
[Grabbing the teapot roughly, Rin drops a strainer in one of the cups and begins to pour the tea. The liquid is a deep, warm amber and any loose leaves are caught by the strainer as she tips the pot.]
"I'm an exception beyond exceptions! I'm a Divine Spirit, I'm a Grand Servant!"
[She lowered her pitch briefly to imitate him in a frustrated yet comical manner.]
Yeah, and for what? War, conflict, some obtuse idea of balance? Is anyone even supposed to trust you while you skitter around like a weasel poking at everything just to stir up trouble? Even where it's not needed? You lost me the moment you compared yourself to that Meridian god. If you're somehow different than him you'll need to show it.
[There is bitterness in her. Over Quetzalcoatl's demise. Over Set's public display — just short of dancing on an enemy's grave. She may have not had the fortitude to respond to it, but she still internalized it. Holds him in contempt for it.]