You are not evil, Set. You, like a reflection of the land from which you came, are imperfect. Not even the gods could lay claim to perfection, try as they might.

[ those tangled blooms are so, so gently explored as she speaks. experimental; exploratory. seeking. ]

...I did. [ the rise of grief, of mourning, and threaded throughout both - love, accompanies her answer. ]

They have been beyond my reach for as long as I have been of Kenos. Your longing... I understand.