[ She’d had a thought. So, before it’s too late and she truly can’t—
Set’s brash villainy is interrupted by the familiar connection of the other god, but there’s a sharp urgency to how she reaches out to him. There’s a sense that she would have absolutely bowled through any attempt to block her out, though she doesn’t imagine that he’d do so. It’s just important that this message gets through, brief as it may be.
She may have been weakened by her Noble Phantasm when they parted ways, but her strength in Communion is no less radiant. She pushes every piece of it towards Set. He is enveloped by the light, embraced by the sun but spared its burns, and strong arms hold him tight in a protective, loving embrace. It’s a push of things all at once that would dizzy a human brain for the strength of divinity behind it, but she just wants Set to know her sincerity with the certainty that comes from something akin to a divine proclamation. ]
Don’t hate mortals because they’re short-sighted. Guide them and love them. Forgive them.
You never deserved your destiny. Don’t kill the kind parts of you to fit into it.
You're my dear brother. I love you, Set.
[ But after that, the Communion cuts abruptly, leaving only the lingering, fading feeling of her warmth. ]
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Set’s brash villainy is interrupted by the familiar connection of the other god, but there’s a sharp urgency to how she reaches out to him. There’s a sense that she would have absolutely bowled through any attempt to block her out, though she doesn’t imagine that he’d do so. It’s just important that this message gets through, brief as it may be.
She may have been weakened by her Noble Phantasm when they parted ways, but her strength in Communion is no less radiant. She pushes every piece of it towards Set. He is enveloped by the light, embraced by the sun but spared its burns, and strong arms hold him tight in a protective, loving embrace. It’s a push of things all at once that would dizzy a human brain for the strength of divinity behind it, but she just wants Set to know her sincerity with the certainty that comes from something akin to a divine proclamation. ]
Don’t hate mortals because they’re short-sighted. Guide them and love them. Forgive them.
You never deserved your destiny. Don’t kill the kind parts of you to fit into it.
You're my dear brother. I love you, Set.
[ But after that, the Communion cuts abruptly, leaving only the lingering, fading feeling of her warmth. ]