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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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[ Perhaps he should have expected such a query, eventually. It isn't one he thinks of, to be fair. ]

More the latter. I do not think of it, at all. It simply is, for me.

I know that if I were to think of fate as something to be happy or unhappy with, I would be unmade. Such freedom is for humans, not gods.

[passio]

[ they live very different lives, then, even in their godhood. dextera isn’t sure if he’s disappointed or relieved to hear that he’s not like set—what it means is that he can’t expect set to provide him answers, only experience. ]

Are you jealous?

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[ Only experience! Even gods are unique in personality, although not in parameter. ]

Tch.

No. I believe to be jealous, I would have to want something about them or their lives, and I do not. I do not covet their powerlessness and existential anxiety, nor their dependency.

[ Though he says rough things, he doesn't seem to begrudge them for such 'weaknesses'. It is as though he states fact, rather than opinion. Weird brains, gods. ]

[passio]

[ this has all been enlightening in a way dextera hadn’t expected, so he’s considerably more at ease as their discussion turns philosophical rather than factual.

at least, from dextera’s perspective. ]

I see.

[ finally, dextera seems to be satisfied, even without perfect clarity into his own future. ]

…thank you, Set. And I’m sorry for the Archangel.

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[ There is a faint jolt that runs through their connection; the reaction of someone who didn't expect a balloon to pop, for the water to be exactly as cold as it was, for the peal of laughter that follows an attempt at opening a pull-door by pushing upon it. Shocked, and then filled with a heated embarassment.

It comes on the heels of being thanked, rather than Dextera's apology. ]

Do not let him lead you without question, Dextera.

You may come to conclude that his way is the true way, but do not do that without first examining your desires fairly. You and he are unique unto yourselves. My wife often said that to her humans. Maybe it will serve you, too.