[ She says: until all I could be was the knife, and mentions someone who forged her into it. She says: it was the people, my family that showed her another way. And he thinks that his family, his sister, his people, showed him the opposite path that she followed to her freedom. He followed his to power, too afraid and too injured to allow himself to be vulnerable when all of his cries and pleas for help went unheard. Ignored. She says, that there is always a choice, and Set cannot help the quiet, helpless feeling within him that reminds him he is not a mortal life. He has no choice, but to be what he was made for. Isolated, lonely, wicked. ]
— I was soft once, too.
[ The words come out flat, unpolished and empty.
A hollowness in his gaze and a tremble in his mouth, the twitch of his curled fingers as dark claws form from nailbeds like a cat that's just flexed its claws in defense.
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The actions of my own family taught me how useless it was, to resist the destiny assigned me. At the very least, I can flex that destiny far enough and hard enough to be of benefit to Meridian. I was made for this, and that's okay.
[ His own wife had given his brother the power to ruin him, and his sister had turned her back on him as if he were a home-wrecking harlot. In the blood and despair, he had hoped his all-seeing mother, the night sky herself, would sweep him into her arms and weep for him. And she had been silent, silent as the dark, until he pursued his sister — and then the tears came for her, and her alone.
What a lesson that had taught him. ]
War is a complex system, and it is not the domain of knives alone. It also does not last, but when it lives, it breathes like a living entity [ he draws a breath in to emphasize that ] — and entities like me, cannot be powerful and free. I hope you appreciate your freedom, Nebula. It suits you well.
[ Set seems to mean it, standing where he does and looking upon her with such a strange expression. Before he adds, quick and almost unwillingly. As if gleaning something from how she speaks and where he can draw an almost empathetic parallel. ]
Even with all of that: I miss my sister, too. I wanted to make up with her, for so long... we hurt each other so much.
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— I was soft once, too.
[ The words come out flat, unpolished and empty.
A hollowness in his gaze and a tremble in his mouth, the twitch of his curled fingers as dark claws form from nailbeds like a cat that's just flexed its claws in defense.
The actions of my own family taught me how useless it was, to resist the destiny assigned me. At the very least, I can flex that destiny far enough and hard enough to be of benefit to Meridian. I was made for this, and that's okay.
[ His own wife had given his brother the power to ruin him, and his sister had turned her back on him as if he were a home-wrecking harlot. In the blood and despair, he had hoped his all-seeing mother, the night sky herself, would sweep him into her arms and weep for him. And she had been silent, silent as the dark, until he pursued his sister — and then the tears came for her, and her alone.
What a lesson that had taught him. ]
War is a complex system, and it is not the domain of knives alone. It also does not last, but when it lives, it breathes like a living entity [ he draws a breath in to emphasize that ] — and entities like me, cannot be powerful and free. I hope you appreciate your freedom, Nebula. It suits you well.
[ Set seems to mean it, standing where he does and looking upon her with such a strange expression. Before he adds, quick and almost unwillingly. As if gleaning something from how she speaks and where he can draw an almost empathetic parallel. ]
Even with all of that: I miss my sister, too. I wanted to make up with her, for so long... we hurt each other so much.