[ In the scant handful of days following Meridian's victory, Set has not rested. With the access granted to him by his services to the Yard, he quietly scoured the greenhouse where the battle had taken place, whispering to the plants to direct him to all the places where Gen had frequented. Seeking his items, seeking any others that might have been left behind and unclaimed. The grasses had led him on a journey, and the end of that journey had presented him with the conclusion he'd dreaded: Gen had taken them with him. The other two jars.
With two in his possession, it leaves him nervous and tetchy. Withdrawn and preparing himself for the next time Gen will emerge and demand his attention. The threat that he presents is stark, despite that Set has taken the time to remind himself of Yima's abilities — that if the Zenite chooses to destroy the two jars in his possession, he will stop at nothing to render his choice null and void. And Gen will have destroyed whatever lies between them for nothing at all.
Even that doesn't matter. Desperation still claws at him — fear makes him bluff, hopefully it works, and he doesn't have to beg. ]
No, Gen. What you did, was ask me to abandon you and everything I promised you.
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With two in his possession, it leaves him nervous and tetchy. Withdrawn and preparing himself for the next time Gen will emerge and demand his attention. The threat that he presents is stark, despite that Set has taken the time to remind himself of Yima's abilities — that if the Zenite chooses to destroy the two jars in his possession, he will stop at nothing to render his choice null and void. And Gen will have destroyed whatever lies between them for nothing at all.
Even that doesn't matter. Desperation still claws at him — fear makes him bluff, hopefully it works, and he doesn't have to beg. ]
No, Gen. What you did, was ask me to abandon you and everything I promised you.