[ To hear "I know", said in response to Set's decree is — no one will ever understand how it feels. To be accepted by a man as hostile and resistant as Silco. No one will understand how it, too, feels like a worship beyond measure for a god as corrupted and reviled as the evil god of war and strife that had become of Set, former guardian and protector. That he touches Silco's form without feeling the bite of a blade or tongue, that he can steady him back against his own body for a mere moment and feel out the storm of emotions within him. The conflict, the turmoil, the despair. ]

I know you are your pain, [ he'd once asked to take the bite of Quetzalcoatl's blade from the stump of Silco's hand, only to be refused. ] And I know I am here for what comes after you, for her, but — I still chose you, first.

[ He cannot save Silco. To do so would be to rob Sebastian of the man's soul, and he'd already come to find the edges of not one, but two of the demon's most sacred of lines: not meddling in his contract, and not speaking his name. Set cannot remember the name anymore, but he remembers how he came upon it. ( For he, too, knows not to give away every advantage. ) He cannot save Silco, but he can sow discord and disorder within him — press at the ache of his malcontent and stir him to action. Help him think, help him with divine wisdom, lead him to a different path.

Silco without his anger feels – wrong, but no less real. He is real, in this moment. It's why Set follows him without question, and holds fast to him as they're swept away into the Cornerstone and out into the last secret place that Silco holds within him. A secret offered to Set, which he will accept with grace and fury.

Slowly, the war god dips his head upon their arrival, and presses the point of his temple to the top of Silco's head. ]

Tell me what you need.