[ Where she offers herself and her memory, he scrapes over her. Carding through the image she holds of Gen, bringing the jars to her ( one, two ) and demanding care be taken with them. He remembers Gen's death-knell, when he'd shown Set the image of the tumbling jar, pushed from the island; the swimming sentiment below it finally, finally coming to bear. That Gen did not want to be forced into the corner where he'd have to retaliate in such a way. That he did not want to do it. That he chose not to, even if he'd lashed out to ensure Set hurt and, perhaps, would be less likely to go against him.
He kept them safe, even though Set had broken his skull open and defied him.
He curls softly around Ruby's mind, slipping his hands down to find her fingers and hold them. To pull himself away from where she lays herself open and accepts that he cannot believe her at her word ( and he will not apologize, because the matter of the jars drives him to madness; to behaviors that are more human than they are god, and he will hurt so many people to have them in his hands ) — and kisses the back of her head, nosing against her hair. ]
Thank you.
[ For holding them safely. For showing him Gen. For being something to him, as he seems to be something to her. ]
The jars are, [ Rudbeckia is loyal. ] My son. Anubis.
They hold parts of his soul, after he was torn apart. You should know this, because he is the only thing that ties me to Meridian. Without him, I would take to Zenith. We would remain the same, though. You and I. Whether you came with me, or remained as you are.
Gen used him as collateral, to ensure something important to him was returned to him. He used me. I would have — I would have helped him, anyways. You have helped us both, Rudbeckia, from losing one another by showing me this.
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He kept them safe, even though Set had broken his skull open and defied him.
He curls softly around Ruby's mind, slipping his hands down to find her fingers and hold them. To pull himself away from where she lays herself open and accepts that he cannot believe her at her word ( and he will not apologize, because the matter of the jars drives him to madness; to behaviors that are more human than they are god, and he will hurt so many people to have them in his hands ) — and kisses the back of her head, nosing against her hair. ]
Thank you.
[ For holding them safely. For showing him Gen. For being something to him, as he seems to be something to her. ]
The jars are, [ Rudbeckia is loyal. ] My son. Anubis.
They hold parts of his soul, after he was torn apart. You should know this, because he is the only thing that ties me to Meridian. Without him, I would take to Zenith. We would remain the same, though. You and I. Whether you came with me, or remained as you are.
Gen used him as collateral, to ensure something important to him was returned to him. He used me. I would have — I would have helped him, anyways. You have helped us both, Rudbeckia, from losing one another by showing me this.