[ I want to see her. As much as Silco wants to hurt someone, just to vent that agonizing sensation of powerlessness and foolishness upon an unsuspecting victim; to cause them the same blind pain, disorient them in the same way he had felt when he had been blindsided by someone he'd loved and trusted, and his beloved child used as a pawn against him. And used again. And used again. He completely understands Silco's desire, and how it had led him along the path he had walked. How it still would, even without the pervasive power of Meridian and Zenith within them anymore.
The red of his eyes follow the act of Silco drawing the gem from his pocket. One time, Set had held it in his own hands — he'd taken it from the field of battle, where it could have been plucked up by one of his allies and used against a rival. He could have controlled Silco, could have changed the tides of battle again. And he hadn't, because they had an understanding. Because Set had known the same helpless rage as when his own child's presence had been placed in danger. When he had been used ( again ), by the leash-and-collar that was Anubis.
It's just a static item, now. In the way that the canopic jars in Set's own room aren't. And Silco knows the future. ]
It's not funny to me. I asked for my son, as my item. I couldn't bear leaving him there in Kenos — whether it is over with or will still come to be, I couldn't imagine it being anything else. They're the only thing that matters, really.
[ And then he reaches down to take hold of Silco's hand, fingers light upon his bony, skinny wrist as he flashes teeth. ]
— I know just what we can do. You'll get to talk a lot, and be terrible to people. You might even get paid for it. There is a comedy club I have seen, and they do something called roast nights. You get on stage, pick a target, and you verbally castigate them while everyone laughs at them! No soul sucking needed! I would rather keep your soul as a weapon, anyways.
[ He knew that Set knew, because he had seen it, when someone used Anubis against him once. How he had raged and lashed out, and how Silco had understood that. How many times had he heard people try to use Jinx as a reason that Silco was unhinged, or that he'd lost his touch? How many times had someone asked him to throw her away like the both of them had been tossed aside so many times before? Set, perhaps, of all people, would understand if he told him that it was he and Jinx, and it always would be. There was nothing, nobody he would let get between them. Not Yima, not anyone from Kenos, not even LILITH. Not even Set, he would have fought like hell to see her again, even if it meant his end. ]
They are different, aren't they? [ He asked, his eyes locked on the gem, and not on Set for a brief moment. ] Real.
[ Because set was a god, and Jinx was just a human. He didn't understand what it was that LILITH said, other than that he would both go back, and that he was there and time was moving; that he would receive payment for his efforts, but that it was a long path toward home. Whatever it was... the only thing he had to keep him going was that promise that he could go back, and he wouldn't be aimlessly lashing out at a world that had taken the one thing that was most important.
Not when things had already been so strained. (he only had himself to blame, but Silco would never blame himself. ]
A roast.
[ He finally responded, Set's offer dragging him out of... whatever dark corner of his mental sewer he'd found himself in. His lips twitched. ]
Not as violent as I would like, but... [ A Sigh. ] I suppose we're technically supposed to behave, aren't we?
[ At least whatever target he picked would also get roasted. ]
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[ I want to see her. As much as Silco wants to hurt someone, just to vent that agonizing sensation of powerlessness and foolishness upon an unsuspecting victim; to cause them the same blind pain, disorient them in the same way he had felt when he had been blindsided by someone he'd loved and trusted, and his beloved child used as a pawn against him. And used again. And used again. He completely understands Silco's desire, and how it had led him along the path he had walked. How it still would, even without the pervasive power of Meridian and Zenith within them anymore.
The red of his eyes follow the act of Silco drawing the gem from his pocket. One time, Set had held it in his own hands — he'd taken it from the field of battle, where it could have been plucked up by one of his allies and used against a rival. He could have controlled Silco, could have changed the tides of battle again. And he hadn't, because they had an understanding. Because Set had known the same helpless rage as when his own child's presence had been placed in danger. When he had been used ( again ), by the leash-and-collar that was Anubis.
It's just a static item, now. In the way that the canopic jars in Set's own room aren't. And Silco knows the future. ]
It's not funny to me. I asked for my son, as my item. I couldn't bear leaving him there in Kenos — whether it is over with or will still come to be, I couldn't imagine it being anything else. They're the only thing that matters, really.
[ And then he reaches down to take hold of Silco's hand, fingers light upon his bony, skinny wrist as he flashes teeth. ]
— I know just what we can do. You'll get to talk a lot, and be terrible to people. You might even get paid for it. There is a comedy club I have seen, and they do something called roast nights. You get on stage, pick a target, and you verbally castigate them while everyone laughs at them! No soul sucking needed! I would rather keep your soul as a weapon, anyways.
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They are different, aren't they? [ He asked, his eyes locked on the gem, and not on Set for a brief moment. ] Real.
[ Because set was a god, and Jinx was just a human. He didn't understand what it was that LILITH said, other than that he would both go back, and that he was there and time was moving; that he would receive payment for his efforts, but that it was a long path toward home. Whatever it was... the only thing he had to keep him going was that promise that he could go back, and he wouldn't be aimlessly lashing out at a world that had taken the one thing that was most important.
Not when things had already been so strained. (he only had himself to blame, but Silco would never blame himself. ]
A roast.
[ He finally responded, Set's offer dragging him out of... whatever dark corner of his mental sewer he'd found himself in. His lips twitched. ]
Not as violent as I would like, but... [ A Sigh. ] I suppose we're technically supposed to behave, aren't we?
[ At least whatever target he picked would also get roasted. ]