[ Set's right. It's difficult for a mortal like Gen to understand exactly what Set means, when he tries to explain himself. ]
Idiot. [ The response comes whip-quick and fritzing at the edges with irritation, frustration, confusion. ] Stupid shit-for-brains moron. You're a fucking idiot, that's what you are! What the hell would I get out of destroying your things?! All I needed was a way to make sure you'd listen to me during that whole mess, you dumbass!
[ His words are slathered thick with anger, bristling with barbed tension and resentment. But across this vulnerable space of Communion, Set must be able to tell that they're honest, completely devoid of that signature, glossy sheen of falsehood.
Because Gen truly had been desperate to procure Reiji's shard in that moment. Everything, everything else had been nothing more than a means to an end, a mere afterthought. But -- an afterthought is still a thought. He'd held no ill will towards Set in that moment, and perhaps in some corner of his mind, had even felt a shred of guilt in utilizing those jars that way. He truly had had no reason to destroy those objects that Set cherishes so much, just so long as they properly served their purposes of ensuring Set's compliance. (In guaranteeing Reiji's safe return. The only thing that mattered.)
Clearly, it's Set's fault that those jars are now in jeopardy. (-- Gen convinces himself.) It's not like he's threatening these objects now because he wants to. It's just that he has to. He has no choice. (He tells himself.) Gen heaves an agitated, rumbling breath before speaking again, his words low and guttural. ]
Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kick these things over the edge right fucking now. I warned you what'd happen if you didn't listen to me.
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Idiot. [ The response comes whip-quick and fritzing at the edges with irritation, frustration, confusion. ] Stupid shit-for-brains moron. You're a fucking idiot, that's what you are! What the hell would I get out of destroying your things?! All I needed was a way to make sure you'd listen to me during that whole mess, you dumbass!
[ His words are slathered thick with anger, bristling with barbed tension and resentment. But across this vulnerable space of Communion, Set must be able to tell that they're honest, completely devoid of that signature, glossy sheen of falsehood.
Because Gen truly had been desperate to procure Reiji's shard in that moment. Everything, everything else had been nothing more than a means to an end, a mere afterthought. But -- an afterthought is still a thought. He'd held no ill will towards Set in that moment, and perhaps in some corner of his mind, had even felt a shred of guilt in utilizing those jars that way. He truly had had no reason to destroy those objects that Set cherishes so much, just so long as they properly served their purposes of ensuring Set's compliance. (In guaranteeing Reiji's safe return. The only thing that mattered.)
Clearly, it's Set's fault that those jars are now in jeopardy. (-- Gen convinces himself.) It's not like he's threatening these objects now because he wants to. It's just that he has to. He has no choice. (He tells himself.) Gen heaves an agitated, rumbling breath before speaking again, his words low and guttural. ]
Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kick these things over the edge right fucking now. I warned you what'd happen if you didn't listen to me.