[ 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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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. ]