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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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You only know a miracle as something that happens because a divine agent happens to interact with you — Silco, I am that divine agent. My sister is. We are not separate from you, in our time.

[ In that, miracles are entirely possible. They are not wishes or hopes, but real things that happen; the same as apocalypses, mass slaughter, magic and cosmos. For Silco to say he cannot bank on a miracle, to Set, is the same as saying he cannot bank on his own power changing something. It is foreign to a god, whom makes such things happen. And then he tips his head, as if judging Silco for — ]

You fear Yima more than anything, and that is what she's counting on. To rule you with fear and control you, the way Piltover looked down upon you and Jinx — pitiable, and easy to manipulate. Cassian and Jyn left Zenith with the Shards of their loved ones. And do not dare voice your doubt that my world would accept her, when I exist there, despite all my slaughter and misdeed.

[ THough his words are harsh, he parries each of Silco's beliefs with an assertion of his own. Because he believes in more than Zenith's silly little promises, empty and whispered into desperate, foolish ears. A leash to control them, which he manifests in the palm of one hand: a long string of sand, morphed into the shape of a collar and leash that loosely entwines itself around Silco's throat before being jerked into the sand-facsimile hand of Yima herself. ]

Silco, I will not let Yima touch her. If Zenith is to win, I will never allow a woman like Yima to have any hand in the world to come. I hope you would find it in yourself to stop being so afraid of her, and take of her what is yours.

[ With that, he tucks Jinx's shard gently back into the man's palm. ]

Do not accept anything less than everything.

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[ There's a slight moment of befuddlement.

Silco's fingers instinctively curl over his daughter's shard, as if he had done it countless times, the small, faint comfort that it was. Some doubted the shards, but Silco knew. Perhaps it was foolish, perhaps he believed too much, but he knew she was there, because the shard was not cold or chill, but vaguely inert, mild to the touch. That was perhaps not a guarantee, but he could imagine a sense of Jinx's wild and carefree attitude, the spark of chaos still residing within.

His eyebrow drew down (the other still and unwavering as always, drawn in as it was) because Set spoke of fear, as if Silco feared Yima.

He opened his mouth, but closed it, and his only moving eye narrowed slightly. ]

For all that they were present after they shifted, yes? [ He asked, with a slight scoff. ] I do not doubt that they would have been taken away. It's what I would do.

[ The shards were a gift for loyalty to Zenith, after all. ]

Regardless, I am not with Zenith out of fear, Set. I exist beyond it. [ Foolish words, perhaps, given what will transpire soon. ] I am with Zenith because I do not want our worlds returned.

Jinx's body is gone. [ His fingers tighten. ] Do you think we will be shard-bearers when our worlds are returned? We were not before. Why would they not return to how we were before?

[ But more than that, Silco felt it was right to destroy them. To rend and tear and destroy them because he wanted nothing more than to exact his final revenge on these worlds. For the crime of existing, because he'd lasted now for two years (or nearly) without his daughter. Had her taken more than once, and for all of Set's (supposedly) irrational hate for Yima, he did not think this was her. Not when his loyalty was so easily bought by her mere existence. No. No he did not think it was Yima. ]

I intend to have what is mine, you do not have to fear that, Set. Never fear that. I am taking what is my right. Nobody will stand in my way. Not even Yima.