[ There's an initial moment of horror for what Set reveals about Cyrus. It aligns dreadfully closely with the suspicions Matt's shared back and forth among Shard-Bearers, but there's no pleasure in having a hypothesis like this one confirmed.

For a moment, Matt's gaze locks on Set's face, as he returns his sharp attention with a sharp look of his own. He's just a spoiled twentysomething when you get right down to it, so his indignation may be closer to can I speak to your manager or do you know who my father is than anything truly intimidating. Still, his heart is in it. ]

I had to answer, [ he says, clipped, which is at least better than what he wants to say. Hey, if you want to kill me so bad, why wait. ] Just like I had to tell them about my life, and my world.

[ As far as the question about Liem, Matt lets it sail over his head. Does a piece of him feel betrayed that Set has threatened to kill him and Tezcatlipoca just rewards him with good-natured teasing about his cute boyfriend? No. His expectations were never that high.

He does feel kind of lonely, though.

Matt peers around at the things he's managed to accrue from the scattered offerings. He plucks a jar from the floating array, opens it, sniffs. Dips a fingertip in and finds it to be oil, thank goodness. ]

Can you two try and stay still? First order of business is definitely-- [ He points to the knot of hair binding them together. ]