[ The request for communion is less a request, more a demand — a thunderous pounding on the doors of Set's mind, persistent and unrelenting until Amos' presence is allowed in. And where communion with him is typically a simple affair, any pesky emotions largely muted, here there is a white hot anger that's let in with him, roiling temperature matching what must be a desert.
He knows something about that feeling, now, after his last encounter with Hayame, with some kind of magic used against him that had come from Set. That reminder pisses him off all the more, and when he speaks it's in a snarl, pointed edges along every syllable seeking to impale.
It is, in all likelihood, the most in the way of feelings that Set has ever experienced from him. ]
Where the fuck is my gun.
[ It is a demand, a threat, a promise, all rolled up into one: give it back to him, now. ]
communion, shortly after the Exalt Oracle.
He knows something about that feeling, now, after his last encounter with Hayame, with some kind of magic used against him that had come from Set. That reminder pisses him off all the more, and when he speaks it's in a snarl, pointed edges along every syllable seeking to impale.
It is, in all likelihood, the most in the way of feelings that Set has ever experienced from him. ]
Where the fuck is my gun.
[ It is a demand, a threat, a promise, all rolled up into one: give it back to him, now. ]