[ Those eyes blink, and Set touches his hands to the sides of his face — as if the state of his eyes being pointed out is a surprise ( it is, if only because the things his body does are natural to him ). The stupid green mask still sits over his face, annoying him as he cannot draw his divine emblem over it for the time being. He's used to wearing a mask, but the green one is decidedly unpleasant. ]
I... would not say I am someone who even could tell you to learn to trust again. It is not something I know to do anymore, for sure.
[ Those hands tuck into his lap, and Set draws his shoulders back. Formal, and stiff. ]
I am the origin the sickness that caused those women agony.
[ Even as he says it, there's no real pride in his words. No gleam in his eye or flash of sneer to reveal him as someone reveling in the cruelties he'd introduced and empowered in his tenure as God Supreme. His hands twist together, because unbeknownst to him — it is right. What Dani thinks is entirely right. There is a "why" that nobody asked him; an ease in which they had thought the worst of their strange, solitary god of war. ]
My sister, Isis. We were best friends. She and I confided everything in one another: secrets, struggles, doubts, fears, desires. She was my greatest ally, and I hers — together, we could have outlasted any troubles set before us.
[ His mouth twists. ]
Understandably, we fell apart after the night I killed Osiris. And we used all those private moments between ourselves as tools to hurt one another, afterward. So. I comprehend Koby, and I comprehend you. That's why I was not about to let his companions... "protect you". Like you were an afterthought.
[ his pain is plain to see. how long ago had all this happened? and yet there it is, so striking, impacting set even now.
dani scoffs, at the thought of koby's friends protecting him. ]
I don't need their protection, I'm not defenceless. I can throw my own punches, as well as any of that crew.
[ and more beside. very many things feel possible to him when he lets his anger burn through him.
though the more it does, the more he also feels tired. ]
But I'm glad you said something, I'm glad you were there. [ he reaches to gently touch set's twisting hands. ] Some day I would still like to know your story. Thank you for being my friend today.
They will not heed your wishes. They have it in their heads that it is their way, or none.
[ He'd hated their attitudes, too. The dry, exasperated way they'd spoken of protecting Daniil — like it was a chore, or something to use speed along their atonement. ]
But, a friend, hm? I warn you that I am not good at being "a friend". I already told you I want to use your vote, perhaps even your Alexei's... I want to vote everyone out, killer or not. Wipe the entire board, and win.
[ If that has the added bonus of ending the game? He won't claim it as part of his scheming. He wonders if the Balfours, the manor, whatever power might be here — if it's ever dealt with someone like him. ]
Maybe I wished to woo you — then, have you convince Alexei to help me and my team.
[ Set's mouth curls a little, crooked and enigmatic. He's not exactly lying — his motives are often indiscernible to others. A mind like his does not exactly think in the way a human's might. ]
— I told you why, though. Having someone betray one's trust so precisely is... unforgivable.
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[ Those eyes blink, and Set touches his hands to the sides of his face — as if the state of his eyes being pointed out is a surprise ( it is, if only because the things his body does are natural to him ). The stupid green mask still sits over his face, annoying him as he cannot draw his divine emblem over it for the time being. He's used to wearing a mask, but the green one is decidedly unpleasant. ]
I... would not say I am someone who even could tell you to learn to trust again. It is not something I know to do anymore, for sure.
[ Those hands tuck into his lap, and Set draws his shoulders back. Formal, and stiff. ]
Remember, I am known for being a traitor.
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Yes, in human stories. That doesn't mean they're true, humans get things wrong. They don't know everything.
[ this set is a different creature from the god of evil dani's stories have talked about. detail is missing. or context. something. ]
You wanted to help people. The women you talked about.
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[ Even as he says it, there's no real pride in his words. No gleam in his eye or flash of sneer to reveal him as someone reveling in the cruelties he'd introduced and empowered in his tenure as God Supreme. His hands twist together, because unbeknownst to him — it is right. What Dani thinks is entirely right. There is a "why" that nobody asked him; an ease in which they had thought the worst of their strange, solitary god of war. ]
My sister, Isis. We were best friends. She and I confided everything in one another: secrets, struggles, doubts, fears, desires. She was my greatest ally, and I hers — together, we could have outlasted any troubles set before us.
[ His mouth twists. ]
Understandably, we fell apart after the night I killed Osiris. And we used all those private moments between ourselves as tools to hurt one another, afterward. So. I comprehend Koby, and I comprehend you. That's why I was not about to let his companions... "protect you". Like you were an afterthought.
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dani scoffs, at the thought of koby's friends protecting him. ]
I don't need their protection, I'm not defenceless. I can throw my own punches, as well as any of that crew.
[ and more beside. very many things feel possible to him when he lets his anger burn through him.
though the more it does, the more he also feels tired. ]
But I'm glad you said something, I'm glad you were there. [ he reaches to gently touch set's twisting hands. ] Some day I would still like to know your story. Thank you for being my friend today.
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[ He'd hated their attitudes, too. The dry, exasperated way they'd spoken of protecting Daniil — like it was a chore, or something to use speed along their atonement. ]
But, a friend, hm? I warn you that I am not good at being "a friend". I already told you I want to use your vote, perhaps even your Alexei's... I want to vote everyone out, killer or not. Wipe the entire board, and win.
[ If that has the added bonus of ending the game? He won't claim it as part of his scheming. He wonders if the Balfours, the manor, whatever power might be here — if it's ever dealt with someone like him. ]
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You admit it, at least.
[ his head tilts. ]
But Lexi isn't on your team. Voting him into the dungeons would've helped your caught, wouldn't it? But you stuck up for him, instead. And for me.
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[ Set's mouth curls a little, crooked and enigmatic. He's not exactly lying — his motives are often indiscernible to others. A mind like his does not exactly think in the way a human's might. ]
— I told you why, though. Having someone betray one's trust so precisely is... unforgivable.
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[ another little smile. ]
Do you think the prize they offer will be worth it?
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[ So, he wants it. ]
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then shrugs. ]
All I want is Lexi safe. You and your team are welcome to it, as far as I'm concerned.
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[ And he pats Daniil's hand, looking at him with curious eyes, but little hope. He's not one for hope. ]
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[ he lifts his shoulders. ]
He'd be better at playing the game than I am, but he'd need not to feel threatened first.
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[ He rises, as if ready to Go Back Out there. Pauses to add. ]
You can stay here in my room until you are ready. Okay?
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It's alright. He'll be waiting for me, I don't want him to worry something's happened. Thank you, again.
[ he touches set's hand, squeezes it. ]
We'll talk soon.