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█ To Commune with Set is to stand barefoot in an endless, scorching desert. The sun illuminates all, scalding the shadows themselves out from underneath whomever enters his dominion; the arch of gentle, distant, waves of sand mask the precarious chasms, towering dunes akin to mountains. The sense of vastness, timelessness, is of particular notice, lending itself to the alien, eldritch quality of his mind. There is a dark storm in the distance, and you know intimately that this divine being is far from benign. You cannot bargain with a force of nature. You can only survive it. COMPATIBLE WITH: Exalt, Iconoclast REPELLED BY: Advocate

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[consolation]

I suppose being alive is enough. But if anything, there is a dream I'd like to have again.

[I hate when people who work hard get nothing to show for it. No, the words aren't quite right... and she can't even remember where she should have heard them in the first place, or if they were just a feeling, just a judgment that once passed her by.]

From what I've observed, it wouldn't make a difference where I am. Everyone in this world is equally pathetic.

[She lets her mental voice crawl up his chest, his neck - until it pinches his ear.]

You couldn't ask me to stay with words. Just what do you want me to see that your mouth couldn't tell me?

[Does that mean she is agreeing to stay a little longer, to see exactly what it was he appealed to her? Or is she simply going where she was pulled?]

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They are, aren't they!

[ In some moments, Set is about as pathetic as the next. In others, he lords in his superiority over them. Neither moment stands in opposition to the next, and he is not hypocritical at all. There is a distinct confidence that he has in his path is the correct one, and everyone else is just insane; however, in his mind, were he to change his path, it would become the correct one as well — either Faction and their desperate Shardbearers would benefit from having his power aimed for their goal.

He snaps his mental teeth at her, clicking them shut close by her throat as he winds around her slender waist. A bruising embrace that serves to tug her back and into his arms, his curiosity piqued by her. ]

I want you to see how the energies of this world have been bent to twist our minds, the deeper we rely on them. They are strings attaching us to something that aims to puppeteer and mire us in dead end choices. I want your eyes to open. Perhaps, your love will prove greater and more true than that which is already on offer.

[ A brief smile. ]

That, and we have a Church that needs your attention. For better or worse.