Confused and resistant, and Set feels positively ( giddy ) sick that he is using his son as a blade against this young man. That he is grinding salt into Gen's unseen vulnerabilities where he is flayed and open and festering at the same time that his own scars are lashed open and Gen can probably see down, down into the soft, fragile interior of his soul. Into the image of Set, wide-eyed and beaten down, curling his hands desperately toward his ruined son, even as the cool, dark eyes of another man looks down upon him and says: You know what you have to do, and brings him to heel. ]
I didn't want to give up on you. I thought you would like to know that I think you can choose differently.
[ A murmur, even as his entire mind clenches with the sickly heat of someone who will beg — he will beg, he will plead, he will give Gen anything to stop him from going through with this and it will ruin them. It will unravel them, so he is as desperate to stop it as he is to save his child. ]
I adore you for your rot, but I would adore you for mercy, too. I will follow your choices, no matter what. Because these are your choices, from the moment you decided to involve me not as yours, but as an animal to be unleashed. I need you to understand that the difference between giving him back to me and destroying him will be the difference between my yearning for your happiness, and my yearning for your despair.
[ He will stop at nothing to rob Gen of all his dreams, his death, his Reiji, if he chooses to destroy Set's heart. He won't say it, he'll just devote himself to it.
So, he leans into Gen's mind, straining to lay hand upon him as if they were together in person. As if he could drape over his spine and wrap his arms around his belly, a warm weight upon him, breath soft on his neck. Softly, with something heavy and bereft hidden in his throat, he begs gently: ] Please give my son back to me, the way I gave Reiji back to you. Let me spare you this pain, I will hold it for you instead.
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[ Gen is faltering.
Confused and resistant, and Set feels positively ( giddy ) sick that he is using his son as a blade against this young man. That he is grinding salt into Gen's unseen vulnerabilities where he is flayed and open and festering at the same time that his own scars are lashed open and Gen can probably see down, down into the soft, fragile interior of his soul. Into the image of Set, wide-eyed and beaten down, curling his hands desperately toward his ruined son, even as the cool, dark eyes of another man looks down upon him and says: You know what you have to do, and brings him to heel. ]
I didn't want to give up on you. I thought you would like to know that I think you can choose differently.
[ A murmur, even as his entire mind clenches with the sickly heat of someone who will beg — he will beg, he will plead, he will give Gen anything to stop him from going through with this and it will ruin them. It will unravel them, so he is as desperate to stop it as he is to save his child. ]
I adore you for your rot, but I would adore you for mercy, too. I will follow your choices, no matter what. Because these are your choices, from the moment you decided to involve me not as yours, but as an animal to be unleashed. I need you to understand that the difference between giving him back to me and destroying him will be the difference between my yearning for your happiness, and my yearning for your despair.
[ He will stop at nothing to rob Gen of all his dreams, his death, his Reiji, if he chooses to destroy Set's heart. He won't say it, he'll just devote himself to it.
So, he leans into Gen's mind, straining to lay hand upon him as if they were together in person. As if he could drape over his spine and wrap his arms around his belly, a warm weight upon him, breath soft on his neck. Softly, with something heavy and bereft hidden in his throat, he begs gently: ] Please give my son back to me, the way I gave Reiji back to you. Let me spare you this pain, I will hold it for you instead.