( marc vascillates between talkative and not depending on situation, depending on how much control he perceives himself as having.
with god, he's rarely ever been one to really, truly open up.
khonshu was—
—not the exception, not as such, but it wasn't often that marc had to speak to make his feelings known. khonshu had been inside his head: what did he need to say like that khonshu didn't already know? couldn't intuit? )
I don't need help finding allies.
( still, set's right. marc does need attention, he always has. that was why he'd donned the cape and the mask in the first place, it had been what drew him to khonshu first and kept him as khonshu's servant second, regardless of marc's own reluctance to either recognise or accept the fact.
he says he doesn't need attention because he likes to think he's better than that. likes to think that he's more discerning but if that were true, then he'd never have embraced khonshu at all, would he?
he's never worn desperation particularly well, no matter what else he might say. )
[ He's not that bothered, to be rejected so firmly and swiftly. The Ennead were highly independent gods, given to needing no true attachment to be able to perform their duties and prove their might; for Khonshu's champion to be this way is, quite honestly, what he expects. To desire aid from the evil god of war would probably go against everything he was to uphold. ]
( did it occur to marc that set might have been suggesting that they be allies? no, of course not. perhaps it should have, given the flow of their conversation, given set's offer to he look out over marc in khonshu's absence.
(but then, this is the man who didn't realise his best friend was in love with him.) )
There is a force that gathers against the souls of this land, seeking to devour all. We combat it not solely through strength of arm, but the composition of our souls - our emotions and memories. I had not thought my crimes against Duat had left the borders of Egypt, yet here is a land of the dead arrested and incapable of moving on. The sense I have made is that I must right my wrongs, for they have affected Stygia, too.
[ Slyly, he courts a hearty pause, before declaring: ] At least men like you and I are not completely unnecessary.
I am writing MY wrongs; that was not inclusive of anyone else.
[ The Shadowlands did not demand the presence of all evil-doers; there were many good-natured souls gathered among the Restless. Not that many, but enough. ]
We are violent, I mean. Stained with it, so that others might not have to be.
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with god, he's rarely ever been one to really, truly open up.
khonshu was—
—not the exception, not as such, but it wasn't often that marc had to speak to make his feelings known. khonshu had been inside his head: what did he need to say like that khonshu didn't already know? couldn't intuit? )
I don't need help finding allies.
( still, set's right. marc does need attention, he always has. that was why he'd donned the cape and the mask in the first place, it had been what drew him to khonshu first and kept him as khonshu's servant second, regardless of marc's own reluctance to either recognise or accept the fact.
he says he doesn't need attention because he likes to think he's better than that. likes to think that he's more discerning but if that were true, then he'd never have embraced khonshu at all, would he?
he's never worn desperation particularly well, no matter what else he might say. )
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[ He's not that bothered, to be rejected so firmly and swiftly. The Ennead were highly independent gods, given to needing no true attachment to be able to perform their duties and prove their might; for Khonshu's champion to be this way is, quite honestly, what he expects. To desire aid from the evil god of war would probably go against everything he was to uphold. ]
You're the one who came to me, anyways!
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(but then, this is the man who didn't realise his best friend was in love with him.) )
Because I'm trying to make sense of this place.
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We all are, champion.
There is a force that gathers against the souls of this land, seeking to devour all. We combat it not solely through strength of arm, but the composition of our souls - our emotions and memories. I had not thought my crimes against Duat had left the borders of Egypt, yet here is a land of the dead arrested and incapable of moving on. The sense I have made is that I must right my wrongs, for they have affected Stygia, too.
[ Slyly, he courts a hearty pause, before declaring: ] At least men like you and I are not completely unnecessary.
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well.
shit. )
How do you figure that? ( the latter most point, he means. ) If we're 'righting wrongs' and all that.
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[ The Shadowlands did not demand the presence of all evil-doers; there were many good-natured souls gathered among the Restless. Not that many, but enough. ]
We are violent, I mean. Stained with it, so that others might not have to be.