[ In some scholars' interpretations, Set's name is invoked upon charms relating to love and pleasure, but he is no god of pacification and affection. Childe and Zhongli clearly have something deep between them, a chasm that cannot be bridged alone; they're discordant and having such trouble communicating, and Set thrives in the chaos and discord they're inflicting one another. He ought to incite it, drive a wedge between them so deep that even if Childe returns to Zenith, they'll always be at odds within their own faction.
Zenith, after all, was such a boring Kumbaya bunch. They needed some internal strife.
He steps forward once Childe is thrown onto the ground, reaching under Zhongli's arm to find Childe's cheek. To touch it with his own fingers. It means, for Zhongli, that the redheaded god of war is draped across his back; one arm drifts around Zhongli's waist too. He cannot do anything for either of them and their Discord, too. Childe is one step too far from a Savant, and Zhongli's own Aspect is in opposition. He can, however, offer some cutting words. ]
Zhongli came to find you, earlier this month. I scolded him for being so stiff with you, actually. Do you not hear him calling your name so plaintively now? If you are angry with him, you must tell him what you want. Not why you are mad, but what you want from now on with him. Tell him what he is to you, Childe.
[ And against Zhongli's ear, he whispers: ] Be less a god, show him the passion you harbor for him, Lord Zhongli. You want to connect with him, you want him — no matter where he goes, he can go freely... but, did it not feel terrible that he was not with you?
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[ In some scholars' interpretations, Set's name is invoked upon charms relating to love and pleasure, but he is no god of pacification and affection. Childe and Zhongli clearly have something deep between them, a chasm that cannot be bridged alone; they're discordant and having such trouble communicating, and Set thrives in the chaos and discord they're inflicting one another. He ought to incite it, drive a wedge between them so deep that even if Childe returns to Zenith, they'll always be at odds within their own faction.
Zenith, after all, was such a boring Kumbaya bunch. They needed some internal strife.
He steps forward once Childe is thrown onto the ground, reaching under Zhongli's arm to find Childe's cheek. To touch it with his own fingers. It means, for Zhongli, that the redheaded god of war is draped across his back; one arm drifts around Zhongli's waist too. He cannot do anything for either of them and their Discord, too. Childe is one step too far from a Savant, and Zhongli's own Aspect is in opposition. He can, however, offer some cutting words. ]
Zhongli came to find you, earlier this month. I scolded him for being so stiff with you, actually. Do you not hear him calling your name so plaintively now? If you are angry with him, you must tell him what you want. Not why you are mad, but what you want from now on with him. Tell him what he is to you, Childe.
[ And against Zhongli's ear, he whispers: ] Be less a god, show him the passion you harbor for him, Lord Zhongli. You want to connect with him, you want him — no matter where he goes, he can go freely... but, did it not feel terrible that he was not with you?