[ As Matt listens, he goes on something of a face journey. First there's curiosity, undimmed by the various spats that have flared up between members of this little triangle. Then, disappointment. He can't help it. He was hoping that the answers Set and Tezcatlipoca gave would make immediate sense to him, that they'd galvanize him towards some definite action.

But that's his own expectations disappointing him, rather than the information. After a moment to mourn an impossible world, Matt turns thoughtful. Focused. Apep is chaos, he recalls, a chthonic being subdued through ... well, some kind of divine battle. Though if you ask him, literal combat only increases entropy: one's limbs and blood arranged in a larger number of configurations than they were before.

What Tezcatlipoca has to share is new to him, however. Fascinating and sad. Matt hums as he makes his first real attempt to separate out this knot. ]

So ... the plan is something like narrative weight. Or destiny. [ He does his best not to cause either of them any pain, though as he gets closer to teasing the tangle apart, he does start to dig more sharply with the comb. ] Which I'm not knocking, for the record. It's just not something I can really participate in.

[ A glance to Set. ] Do you think harmonizing with Meridian can bring back your full divinity? Or is it something you think would come back when Meridian's goal is achieved?