Oh? Then, what is it that you believe happened to these worlds?
[ The question might be mocking, from anyone else. From Set, there is honest curiosity. He desires to know hearts and minds, even in his diminished state there is a raw, plucked nerve that makes him who and what he is - god of foreign lands, vagrant god, god of foreign lives, wanderer. Somewhere in their communion, he begins to emerge and take shape, rather than exist as scenery and land. The desert, in this place, remains draped along his shoulders and arms as one might wear a traveling cloak, a gauzy wrap wound around his body, gleaming in the dim light.
He finds his way to her, dragging his domain with him. She looks much the same, albeit less bloody in the mouth. Fierce, war-like and angry. Whatever she is, at her heart, those elements call to him, even demoted as he is. ]
That's no good, [ he is so careless with his body, when he reaches towards her face; the gesture is slow and methodical, captured in their minds, as he traces the shape of her injury without really touching her. ] Though, I've known maimed warriors. Their drive to remain lethal and successful in battle carries them, no matter the injury. I expect you're the same?
[ A low laugh. ]
What a rotten demon, to pick something so vital to you.
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[ The question might be mocking, from anyone else. From Set, there is honest curiosity. He desires to know hearts and minds, even in his diminished state there is a raw, plucked nerve that makes him who and what he is - god of foreign lands, vagrant god, god of foreign lives, wanderer. Somewhere in their communion, he begins to emerge and take shape, rather than exist as scenery and land. The desert, in this place, remains draped along his shoulders and arms as one might wear a traveling cloak, a gauzy wrap wound around his body, gleaming in the dim light.
He finds his way to her, dragging his domain with him. She looks much the same, albeit less bloody in the mouth. Fierce, war-like and angry. Whatever she is, at her heart, those elements call to him, even demoted as he is. ]
That's no good, [ he is so careless with his body, when he reaches towards her face; the gesture is slow and methodical, captured in their minds, as he traces the shape of her injury without really touching her. ] Though, I've known maimed warriors. Their drive to remain lethal and successful in battle carries them, no matter the injury. I expect you're the same?
[ A low laugh. ]
What a rotten demon, to pick something so vital to you.