[ With her, there is no need to articulate the fine details of something as innate to a god as knowing the perspective they held. Though he had bound himself to Meridian for the sake of a vow, he continued to nurture the connection in the same way that he nurtured the plant nurseries within Greenwood Yards, the crops upon Alenroux — because it was against his nature, but not so far from it that he would be unmade. He can rationalize using the power of life, because in the absence of the Ennead, he is all that stands between the complete collapse of reality and its continuation.
Some might think that his and Quetzalcoatl's vision of ends and beginnings, divine right and might, were mere arrogance. That they were untrue things in Kenos, that they existed sans the two of them — when really, they were them. She is the sun, even if she stands alongside it. He is the desert, even if he walks upon it. So, when she says that she had destroyed her land, only to restore it? He understands.
They're not contradictions. There is no "evidence" that they are liars, nor divorced from being the archetypes that they are. There is no "gotcha" moment for any mortal to have, pointing at the fact that war existed in their own world without the presence of Set, the god of war. She's a relief. A balm. He is wary of her, but — ]
Of course we are allies. Provided you do not aim to subjugate me to your will, [ he means 'make me be nice to mortals', really ] or seek to obstruct the way in which I seek to accomplish the same task, we are allies.
[ He needs to get that out of the way. Divine allies one day can easily be divine rivals the next, and back to allies, without it being contradictory or strange at all. The other Meris have a bit of a time, keeping up with the flow of a god between their parameters... ]
— Ra, my grandmother. She is the sun, the light of creation that illuminates Kemet. She is the only being able to unmake Kemet, and return it to the primordial sea to be reborn. I cannot think that my world is gone, either, not without her permission — I can, however, believe that it could be... removed from time.
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Some might think that his and Quetzalcoatl's vision of ends and beginnings, divine right and might, were mere arrogance. That they were untrue things in Kenos, that they existed sans the two of them — when really, they were them. She is the sun, even if she stands alongside it. He is the desert, even if he walks upon it. So, when she says that she had destroyed her land, only to restore it? He understands.
They're not contradictions. There is no "evidence" that they are liars, nor divorced from being the archetypes that they are. There is no "gotcha" moment for any mortal to have, pointing at the fact that war existed in their own world without the presence of Set, the god of war. She's a relief. A balm. He is wary of her, but — ]
Of course we are allies. Provided you do not aim to subjugate me to your will, [ he means 'make me be nice to mortals', really ] or seek to obstruct the way in which I seek to accomplish the same task, we are allies.
[ He needs to get that out of the way. Divine allies one day can easily be divine rivals the next, and back to allies, without it being contradictory or strange at all. The other Meris have a bit of a time, keeping up with the flow of a god between their parameters... ]
— Ra, my grandmother. She is the sun, the light of creation that illuminates Kemet. She is the only being able to unmake Kemet, and return it to the primordial sea to be reborn. I cannot think that my world is gone, either, not without her permission — I can, however, believe that it could be... removed from time.