[ As if to spite Amos, Set's mind seems to step up onto him. To use him as a platform to ascend and stand over the muck he so badly wants them both to wallow in; maybe Set is filthy, reprehensible, sociopathic and maybe, he truly does belong in those mired depths — but, he'll happily use Amos as a stepping stone just to ensure the man sees him as something elevated. Something that won't just be filth because he wants it.

It's like hostile edging. ] That's because you know yourself as nothing better, whereas I do. I am better than you, and I am infinitely more than you have concluded that I am — why else would anyone share genuine connections with me, if not?

[ He sneers, lip curling as he manifests once more. A flitting creature, a storm. Fickle and cocksure in a way that probably reads as madness to an atheist, but is only because he was born-made to be this way. Everything he is resides in his purity of confidence, or — at least, the facsimile of it. ( If he acts hard, brutal and laughs like he doesn't care, he won't be caught. Won't be revealed. ) ]

You keep telling yourself whatever you need to. Whatever makes you feel big enough and strong enough, Amos Burton. I truly do not care for whatever reality you had to build, to escape the last one.

I will not fight you over anyone. You just have to accept that I will also be part of their lives, the way that I accept you.