[ She is not a manipulation this time, and there's a soft pained noise at the memory. How many times — how many damned times had it been like a flash in the pan, pulling him apart at the seams and worming more of that darkness in him. Made him desperate, every time so close, but — ]
No, this is very real. She told me how she survived.
Set snarls, teeth snapping at air. It's such a familiar noise, being that he's made it himself in regards to his own son. To the manipulations he'd experienced, the visions he'd seen — D, who looked so much like Anubis and the canopic jars containing his child's very soul, which had been threatened. He snarls like an animal on Silco's behalf; violently paternal, viciously maternal. ]
If she is — if she's LILITH's way of manipulating you, like before — ! I will find this implant and rip it out, and tear everything apart.
[ The implant within him would ensure he did not strike against LILITH, so it's an empty threat. But, it is again how deeply he cares for Silco that he can even manage such anger before it tempers him again. ( Also, he does believe in LILITH's goal, the role that he plays is vital. ) ]
[ Silco never has to doubt Set's loyalty, the fact that they understood each other in this way was theirs, but he does feel a twinge of fondness for the god's threats. Set is his personal little meow meow etc etc
Set would do anything in his power to protect them from this constant tug of appearance and non-appearance, the way Yima's own world had ripped his heart over and over, reminding him of what he couldn't have, leaving him half-maddened by the prospect of never seeing his daughter again, of losing her over and over. Kenos had pulled him half-apart, leaving only purpose left, and Silco can feel it now. The way his mind still recoils from the shreds of it.
If this were communion, he would have reached out, but it is not, so he can only offer a soft note of fondness. a 'hm' of acceptance. ]
I know you would. I would gladly allow it.
[ He would rather that, than spend another day dealing with these manipulations. ]
There are dangers, even here in the base. Look out for her when I am not able to. [ It's more than he deserves to ask of him, he knows. ] She can take care of herself, but...
[ A beat. ]
She's different than before. [ He can't quite quantify it. He doesn't know how to describe it. He can't voice what he thinks which is that he's probably dead, but he doesn't know how. She just said he was gone. ]
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Hold on.
[ silence.
and then: ] Eh? Eh! Ehhhh!! Is this — she is not a manipulation this time, is she!?
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No, this is very real. She told me how she survived.
[ The bridge. ]
I believe her.
[ How could he not? ]
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it's
Set snarls, teeth snapping at air. It's such a familiar noise, being that he's made it himself in regards to his own son. To the manipulations he'd experienced, the visions he'd seen — D, who looked so much like Anubis and the canopic jars containing his child's very soul, which had been threatened. He snarls like an animal on Silco's behalf; violently paternal, viciously maternal. ]
If she is — if she's LILITH's way of manipulating you, like before — ! I will find this implant and rip it out, and tear everything apart.
[ The implant within him would ensure he did not strike against LILITH, so it's an empty threat. But, it is again how deeply he cares for Silco that he can even manage such anger before it tempers him again. ( Also, he does believe in LILITH's goal, the role that he plays is vital. ) ]
What would you ask of me?
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Set is his personal little meow meow etc etcSet would do anything in his power to protect them from this constant tug of appearance and non-appearance, the way Yima's own world had ripped his heart over and over, reminding him of what he couldn't have, leaving him half-maddened by the prospect of never seeing his daughter again, of losing her over and over. Kenos had pulled him half-apart, leaving only purpose left, and Silco can feel it now. The way his mind still recoils from the shreds of it.
If this were communion, he would have reached out, but it is not, so he can only offer a soft note of fondness. a 'hm' of acceptance. ]
I know you would. I would gladly allow it.
[ He would rather that, than spend another day dealing with these manipulations. ]
There are dangers, even here in the base. Look out for her when I am not able to. [ It's more than he deserves to ask of him, he knows. ] She can take care of herself, but...
[ A beat. ]
She's different than before. [ He can't quite quantify it. He doesn't know how to describe it. He can't voice what he thinks which is that he's probably dead, but he doesn't know how. She just said he was gone. ]