[ Her presence, with Authority intact, would constitute a direct act of war against the gods of Egypt. There was a foreigner that he traveled with, sly and obnoxious, whom had been pressured into submission by Ma'at — there was no reason Set, whose domains included foreign lands and their people, would rationally be able to accept Quetzalcoatl's presence in Egypt without also viewing it as an invasion. A danger to his home, and something that could trigger the criteria that would bypass his ability to atone and consign him directly to nonexistence.
Not to mention his deep, unsettling fears of her being erased and forgotten by her own people.
The terror grips him like a hand around the throat; he remembers Amos's words, in that moment. That it sounded, to him, like Set's greatest concern was being forgotten; it sickens him, to have been so readily seen by a man who had the object permanence of a worm and no desire to empathize with anyone. Just to fake it all, and turn on them like a monster when they failed to adhere to his criteria. Anyways. Amos hate aside. Quetzalcoatl says she wants to be,
the big sister that was always on his side. And Set wilts. ]
Isis — [ He half-cries his sister's name, pain shooting through him as he thinks of her face.
His resentment for her. His love, so savagely destroyed by her turning her back and him lashing out at her. ]
That is my atonement. I have to, return all the souls I abused to their rest and know all the pain I caused them. I have end the abuses of men I led to depravity — because I corrupted Egypt, Quetzalcoatl. I drove humans to madness, and the only way they... they get to be free, is if I am erased from history. I once — I once protected the land, and now, they will only remember me for my sins. My temples are gone. My name stricken from the annals, my good deeds and the prayers of little towns that once smiled at me and called me their guardian — they don't remember me. The only people who do are madmen, slavers and murderers and rapists.
[ He needs her to understand. ]
I have to stop existing, so they can never be inspired to such wickedness again.
cw ennead yk??
Not to mention his deep, unsettling fears of her being erased and forgotten by her own people.
The terror grips him like a hand around the throat; he remembers Amos's words, in that moment. That it sounded, to him, like Set's greatest concern was being forgotten; it sickens him, to have been so readily seen by a man who had the object permanence of a worm and no desire to empathize with anyone. Just to fake it all, and turn on them like a monster when they failed to adhere to his criteria. Anyways. Amos hate aside. Quetzalcoatl says she wants to be,
the big sister that was always on his side. And Set wilts. ]
Isis — [ He half-cries his sister's name, pain shooting through him as he thinks of her face.
His resentment for her. His love, so savagely destroyed by her turning her back and him lashing out at her. ]
That is my atonement. I have to, return all the souls I abused to their rest and know all the pain I caused them. I have end the abuses of men I led to depravity — because I corrupted Egypt, Quetzalcoatl. I drove humans to madness, and the only way they... they get to be free, is if I am erased from history. I once — I once protected the land, and now, they will only remember me for my sins. My temples are gone. My name stricken from the annals, my good deeds and the prayers of little towns that once smiled at me and called me their guardian — they don't remember me. The only people who do are madmen, slavers and murderers and rapists.
[ He needs her to understand. ]
I have to stop existing, so they can never be inspired to such wickedness again.