[ Set has a unique place that Silco cannot describe, the words are not there, because they are merely two fractured mirrors, reflecting trauma and pain and devotion to one thing and one thing only back and forth between them. He accepts Set because they are the same, because he understands there may be a world where their souls would unite, or perhaps a realm where they are allies on a battlefield — and the punishment of their enemies would be swift and deadly.

Instead, here, they are foes. They both know this. There is an honesty in being on opposing sides of a war, even moreso when there is something they fight for. They have both promised that to one another. He could never consider Meridian, no, because Jinx has no living body — he does not know what would happen were they to return to worlds — but Set promises revival, and that it could happen.

A contingency.

Just like he would take Anubis if they won and —

And —

The impression in Communion is of their foreheads pressed together, one hateful pit of an eye that never closes still open, and staring at him. Always there, even in communion. ]

We are different than they are. There is a respect that can only come from being such honest foes. [ More than that, maybe, but it is difficult to put into words. ] I do not want them to use such a weak advantage. If they cannot fight you as a respected enemy, then they do not deserve to engage you in battle. You are better than they are. Stronger. A force of nature that they cannot overwhelm or take in, so they look to deride you in the only way they can.

I will not sell to them our connection [ He says, for it is not something that anyone should be privy to. ] However, should they try to use this, I will ensure it does not strike.

[ How? Well, dw about it. Think of this as a personal project. ]