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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. |
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You came back, is what matters.
[ To him, of course. To this place, which is still a hellscape, but at least they are together in it — able to rely on one another for validation and meaning, comfort. He'd gone away once, too. Soon after firing the weapon upon Highstorm, soon after dying to Amos's hands, he'd found himself far away in Egypt again, living out memories he had yet to experience as if he were there. And he had been there. Time was a strange ocean, for a god, after all. ]
What happened, Ruby? You have lost so much of yourself. Who, or what, took it away?
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It'll always be you and me.
ah.
Ruby's mind fractures. it spirals into senseless hysteria, and she claws desperately away from her own memories, nausea rising in her. she's pathetic. she feels like a child, refusing to look because she doesn't want to accept that something is real. why did he do that? why did he have to ruin everything? a worse, and far more frightening thought – can she really pretend that was his intention in the first place? she saw the look in his eyes. it wasn't malicious, it wasn't a scheme to punish her. in that moment, Cesare de Borgia was just an ordinary man who— ]
Can I come see you?
[ a small, weak voice. ]