[ Set narrows his attention in upon Amos, cool and calculating. ]
If you try to keep us from one another, you will lose him. Some part of him will always think of me, because I will never demand the same from you. I will never weigh his importance to me against my distaste for you.
[ And in that, Set stands above Amos. In that, he thinks himself better than this man — someone he does not know is so desperate to be good, only that he is a hollow mimicry of humanity and ought to give up already. Ought to either die for good or become something else and stop pretending. The threat only stirs something darker, deeper within him. Predatory and territorial, even though he does linger upon the idea of being crushed. Mortality is not a pretty look, for an immortal creature. ]
You know only what you want to know, Amos Burton. You only consider that which brings you comfort, and allows you to avoid that which brings you pain.
[ Like that, Set brings to bare the words Amos had whispered: She died.
He does not want to understand the man hammering at his mind, the threat that he is, the yearning that Set has to snap his mind between his fingers and slaughter him like every other man he has driven to madness and torment in his eternal existence. Knowing that he cannot, without ample preparation and careful planning. Knowing that Amos is not a trifling opponent. ]
I am telling you, that you are wrong. I will never abandon Minegishi Gen. I treasure him, with the same heart I despise you. And you will never believe me, because you have to be right. So. What happens to you, if you are not right, Amos?
[ This isn't about the gun, now. But, Set does send an image of it.
( Settled in his hands, the blood cleaned from it and the casing cleaned. A cloth dipped in water and later, in oil, to polish it and attend to it fastidiously. A delicate pick crafted from sand, to get into the tight grooves and seams and clean them, too. He cannot comprehend the inner workings, but that isn't difficult to remedy. He just has to find someone who can take it apart and teach him. ) ]
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If you try to keep us from one another, you will lose him. Some part of him will always think of me, because I will never demand the same from you. I will never weigh his importance to me against my distaste for you.
[ And in that, Set stands above Amos. In that, he thinks himself better than this man — someone he does not know is so desperate to be good, only that he is a hollow mimicry of humanity and ought to give up already. Ought to either die for good or become something else and stop pretending. The threat only stirs something darker, deeper within him. Predatory and territorial, even though he does linger upon the idea of being crushed. Mortality is not a pretty look, for an immortal creature. ]
You know only what you want to know, Amos Burton. You only consider that which brings you comfort, and allows you to avoid that which brings you pain.
[ Like that, Set brings to bare the words Amos had whispered: She died.
He does not want to understand the man hammering at his mind, the threat that he is, the yearning that Set has to snap his mind between his fingers and slaughter him like every other man he has driven to madness and torment in his eternal existence. Knowing that he cannot, without ample preparation and careful planning. Knowing that Amos is not a trifling opponent. ]
I am telling you, that you are wrong. I will never abandon Minegishi Gen. I treasure him, with the same heart I despise you. And you will never believe me, because you have to be right. So. What happens to you, if you are not right, Amos?
[ This isn't about the gun, now. But, Set does send an image of it.
( Settled in his hands, the blood cleaned from it and the casing cleaned. A cloth dipped in water and later, in oil, to polish it and attend to it fastidiously. A delicate pick crafted from sand, to get into the tight grooves and seams and clean them, too. He cannot comprehend the inner workings, but that isn't difficult to remedy. He just has to find someone who can take it apart and teach him. ) ]