[ He thinks, in the moment that he spots the wide-brimmed hat and the tumble of dark curls below, something in both of his minds. In the schism between reality and delusion, Set knows he will call out to the figure below — but the name he will call is unknown to him until the moment it leaves his mouth.
Initially, he wills himself to call out "D". To protect the name and identity of his son from any further ears, for he had already tucked the knowledge safe ( and not so safe ) into the ears of others who were meant to keep him on the path he needed to be on, whether he wanted it or not. He called out the wrong name when they had met — and he does so again.
It's the arm that does him in. ]
Anubis!
[ Briefly, Set looks nothing like himself — warring and blood-red, spiteful and conniving. His expression falls open, haunted and pained, eyes locked upon the missing limb as his right hand locks upon his own left wrist, holding to the dark "bracelet" as if to tell himself it's still there. ]
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Initially, he wills himself to call out "D". To protect the name and identity of his son from any further ears, for he had already tucked the knowledge safe ( and not so safe ) into the ears of others who were meant to keep him on the path he needed to be on, whether he wanted it or not. He called out the wrong name when they had met — and he does so again.
It's the arm that does him in. ]
Anubis!
[ Briefly, Set looks nothing like himself — warring and blood-red, spiteful and conniving. His expression falls open, haunted and pained, eyes locked upon the missing limb as his right hand locks upon his own left wrist, holding to the dark "bracelet" as if to tell himself it's still there. ]
Nn — no, D! What happened to your arm?!