[ There is a note of surprise, when Gen says that he was planning on keeping his end of the deal. As if Set had not even remotely considered that he would. No one keeps their vows to him, he knows — he is a traitorous god, and thus deserving of others' lies and betrayals. They might as well be devotion to him. His mind simmers, disquieted and raw, against Gen's irritation. Even still, there is something that relishes his snappy tone, his brutal way of carving into a conversation. It is familiar, where his desperation and madness were not.

He sees a little more, of the whole being known as Minegishi Gen, now.

Little by little, he tears his attention away from the memory of the image of his jars by the cliff. His heart throbs — did Gen do it? did he throw them off? did he move them away? He cannot see them anymore, he doesn't know. It leads him to stiffen in the physical realm, to bite his bottom lip between sharp teeth until it beads with blood ( and the ghostly impression of that bite might glance across Gen's own mouth — ). ]

I was thinking — [ That it would be difficult to convey the way his mind worked to a mortal, for it was nothing alike. The margins in which he'd captured Gen were unique, he would not think ( nor treat ) anyone the same way that he did this young man. ] I was thinking that I did not want to lose to you, and be seen as unworthy of our promise. And I was also thinking... that I did not want you to destroy my own Reiji. I was thinking that I wanted all of it, and it was wrong that I could not have it.

[ Greedy. ]