[ There may be other circumstances where Set feels the need to accuse someone of being a cheat, but this is not one of them. Like Sebastian, he is as inclined towards trickery and guile as any other; he prefers to obfuscate and mislead, disobey and defy convention. Cheating at a casual, dare I say, friendly game would be poor form.

They'll inevitably cross one another's paths when the game is of higher stakes. This is a distraction from the ebb and flow of Sand, which strikes him as precisely the sort of thing he ought to be doing. He is, after all, the god of the desert. Sand is intimately familiar to him, even in a more metaphorical sense. ( He's not very stimulated in this battle, is what it is, and has taken to operating outside of given parameters. Attacking his own team is the same as taking the time to strike playful deals with the enemy. ) ]

I agree. Had we played for Sand, I feel we would have been more inclined to a traditional competition. Something we had more sway over, with our respective skillsets. This was simply, dare I say it, for us and us alone.

[ He takes to putting away the cards, folding them together one by one into their carrying box before storing it away in his things; that he even brought a game to play to a battlefield that would serve to grant one of their sides an Oracle is -- telling of his nature. ]

Now. I owe you what you've asked for, don't I? To the victor, the spoils.