[ Correction, Quetz. The only one who ever chose him above all else was Osiris. ]
— I could never do that.
[ Not for anyone. In fact, the mere thought of Quetzalcoatl giving up her Authority ( type moon phrase, w/e it resonates enough with set's idea of Divinity that it works ) makes him feel ill. Cold. Something ancient and terrified wakes within him, at the idea of her being powerless and bound to him in any way. He values freedom and movement, the ability to come and go with the winds, to change his shape and still be "himself" through it all. And he fears,
more than anything,
being forgotten. The sheer burning revulsion and terror of it that rises when she offers has his breath catching, the whites of his eyes a little larger, the dark of his iris thinning in — rejection, obviously. And fear. ]
You can't do that. You can't. Nothing about you should be forgotten, Quetzalcoatl! If you were to offer up your Authority, it'd be just like... just like being erased from the world we'd live in. I, no. Not a god like you. You're not like me.
[ It's then that he touches her, pressing his palms to her hands as if to shove her away, but holding her wrists instead in his firm grasp. ]
And you do not, you do not want to see me. [ In Egypt, atoning. Messy and painful. ] Because, I have to be forgotten by the men who worship me. I have to, erase myself from the world to make up for what I did to it. You'd be alone, once I do.
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— I could never do that.
[ Not for anyone. In fact, the mere thought of Quetzalcoatl giving up her Authority ( type moon phrase, w/e it resonates enough with set's idea of Divinity that it works ) makes him feel ill. Cold. Something ancient and terrified wakes within him, at the idea of her being powerless and bound to him in any way. He values freedom and movement, the ability to come and go with the winds, to change his shape and still be "himself" through it all. And he fears,
more than anything,
being forgotten. The sheer burning revulsion and terror of it that rises when she offers has his breath catching, the whites of his eyes a little larger, the dark of his iris thinning in — rejection, obviously. And fear. ]
You can't do that. You can't. Nothing about you should be forgotten, Quetzalcoatl! If you were to offer up your Authority, it'd be just like... just like being erased from the world we'd live in. I, no. Not a god like you. You're not like me.
[ It's then that he touches her, pressing his palms to her hands as if to shove her away, but holding her wrists instead in his firm grasp. ]
And you do not, you do not want to see me. [ In Egypt, atoning. Messy and painful. ] Because, I have to be forgotten by the men who worship me. I have to, erase myself from the world to make up for what I did to it. You'd be alone, once I do.