No. [ A simple, direct denial of Amos's beliefs. ] That is what you see me do, and all that you care to see.
[ Because, as Set thinks, he and Amos do not want to see anything more about one another. He certainly doesn't. There is a satisfaction he feels, in hating Amos Burton. Not because he has wronged Set in any capacity, but because he is just — he is an Exalt, and by all rights, they ought to be deeply compatible. But they are not, and instead of working on that, they prefer to shove one another further into something dark and heady and hateful. He likes hating Amos, to be quite honest. There's nothing quite like having someone to bear the brunt of the things he won't allow himself to feel toward anyone else.
Something simple and satisfyingly direct, in refusing to look at him in the way he looks at everyone else. Like Amos is his favorite sacrifice. ] — I protect Rudebeckia de Borgia from a war she wants no part of, and from a man who terrifies her. You. You would never choose her over Zenith. I have chosen to hold Gen higher than Meridian, I hold Rudbeckia and Lucien higher than both factions, which makes me better than you.
[ He snarls the words, claws and teeth and the sounds of dogfights. Guns firing, men and women dying and bleeding and praying to some higher power — god, faith, belief. War. ]
So what if I beat him? If he stands against me, he knows I will not hold back — I respect his decisions, and meet them with the whole of my heart and my own conviction! We promised that to one another, when I delivered him to Zenith!
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[ Because, as Set thinks, he and Amos do not want to see anything more about one another. He certainly doesn't. There is a satisfaction he feels, in hating Amos Burton. Not because he has wronged Set in any capacity, but because he is just — he is an Exalt, and by all rights, they ought to be deeply compatible. But they are not, and instead of working on that, they prefer to shove one another further into something dark and heady and hateful. He likes hating Amos, to be quite honest. There's nothing quite like having someone to bear the brunt of the things he won't allow himself to feel toward anyone else.
Something simple and satisfyingly direct, in refusing to look at him in the way he looks at everyone else. Like Amos is his favorite sacrifice. ] — I protect Rudebeckia de Borgia from a war she wants no part of, and from a man who terrifies her. You. You would never choose her over Zenith. I have chosen to hold Gen higher than Meridian, I hold Rudbeckia and Lucien higher than both factions, which makes me better than you.
[ He snarls the words, claws and teeth and the sounds of dogfights. Guns firing, men and women dying and bleeding and praying to some higher power — god, faith, belief. War. ]
So what if I beat him? If he stands against me, he knows I will not hold back — I respect his decisions, and meet them with the whole of my heart and my own conviction! We promised that to one another, when I delivered him to Zenith!