[ Who did this? Even death-sick as he is, his attitude simmers with indignation. Not at her, but at the mere thought that anyone could bring him down. ]
I cannot die by anyone's hand [ what a boast ffs, ] nor will I be killed without consent. I offered myself to a rite, at the Tree of Life. By my own hand, and mine alone, did I take a nice nap.
[ In some ways, death was an impossibility to him. In other parts of his mind, made vulnerable by Kenos's innate dominion over its Shardbearers — wherein it gave deathless beings the knowledge of their own ends, he knows it could happen. Those two halves of his intellect war with one another, and most of the time, his arrogance dominates the conversation. Especially now, since he has robbed the value of his "first demise" from anyone who might hunger for it. He's tasted death, and dealt with any lingering, instilled concern about it.
But, Hayame — he realizes, only now, that she had been left behind.
Set plays the long game, with drawn out plans and deals, but he tends to forget the immediate people who will be affected by it. For so long, mortals have been fleeting existences, born and dead within a blink of an eye, that he... well. He squeezes her hand, and while it is not an apology he says: ] I am unused to — thinking of how my actions will impact others.
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I cannot die by anyone's hand [ what a boast ffs, ] nor will I be killed without consent. I offered myself to a rite, at the Tree of Life. By my own hand, and mine alone, did I take a nice nap.
[ In some ways, death was an impossibility to him. In other parts of his mind, made vulnerable by Kenos's innate dominion over its Shardbearers — wherein it gave deathless beings the knowledge of their own ends, he knows it could happen. Those two halves of his intellect war with one another, and most of the time, his arrogance dominates the conversation. Especially now, since he has robbed the value of his "first demise" from anyone who might hunger for it. He's tasted death, and dealt with any lingering, instilled concern about it.
But, Hayame — he realizes, only now, that she had been left behind.
Set plays the long game, with drawn out plans and deals, but he tends to forget the immediate people who will be affected by it. For so long, mortals have been fleeting existences, born and dead within a blink of an eye, that he... well. He squeezes her hand, and while it is not an apology he says: ] I am unused to — thinking of how my actions will impact others.
[ And caring, is implicit in those words. ]