[ What? Silco? Hard to love? Set can't relate. He feels something genuine ( albeit, tenuous and built on reciprocity ) for the rotten little rat, after all. Silco might feel something in return for him, too. Not trust, not love, but respect. Mutual understanding. Something that he has a hard time feeling with just anyone, because his treatment of the other Shard-bearers is deeply varied and contingent on so many unique elements that few share. Quetzalcoatl and Byleth sit uniquely together, and once, Cassian Andor had been with them — individuals with heroic hearts, who wanted Set's happiness and safety.
She finds loving others to be worth the effort. Set can't see the point in expending his energy into understanding just anyone, as if they're worth his time and toil. Only a few find homes within him. He minds after all of them, but he can count on both hands those who he'd name as integral to his current history. The others are passing, they'll be forgotten in time. ( They have to be. ) Even Quetzalcoatl will return to her time and realm, and he will,
he will,
maybe he will make the journey, to the land of the Azteca across the sea? Or maybe — ]
What?
[ He looks up, beyond the tips of his fingers as her words register slowly inside of him. What if I came with you? What would it mean, if she did? ]
I. I have so much to do, when I return. I owe the world a heavy debt. Having you with me might — it might resemble an act of defiance, against the throne. A god like you is... [ Frighteningly large. Like Ra, like a grand creator that spans the eternal sky. ] I thought, you would have mortals from here who need you more.
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She finds loving others to be worth the effort. Set can't see the point in expending his energy into understanding just anyone, as if they're worth his time and toil. Only a few find homes within him. He minds after all of them, but he can count on both hands those who he'd name as integral to his current history. The others are passing, they'll be forgotten in time. ( They have to be. ) Even Quetzalcoatl will return to her time and realm, and he will,
he will,
maybe he will make the journey, to the land of the Azteca across the sea? Or maybe — ]
What?
[ He looks up, beyond the tips of his fingers as her words register slowly inside of him. What if I came with you? What would it mean, if she did? ]
I. I have so much to do, when I return. I owe the world a heavy debt. Having you with me might — it might resemble an act of defiance, against the throne. A god like you is... [ Frighteningly large. Like Ra, like a grand creator that spans the eternal sky. ] I thought, you would have mortals from here who need you more.