[ Like her, he intends to be a path for Zenites to take. Even if they cannot bathe in the light offered by Meridian, he stands as an eclipse and shadow for them to rest in — among the warmth, but not bathed in a full reminder of their pain. To strike at Highstorm, at Yima, so soundly will be to split from them in all formality; there will be no further excursions for him into the city without caution and guile. But, considering that the only Zenites left that he wants are John Gaius, Silco and Minegishi Gen — he can forsake the rest. ]
I understand that. Peace was never going to last, though. We have done our best to hold onto those we can, and if they want to be held onto... they will understand that the action we take is to prove ourselves to them. That we are serious about where we stand, and where they can belong.
[ He promised Silco and Gen that he would be a path back from Zenith. In some ways, he knows that the two of them believe in that and rely on him for that. He can think of no better way to assure them of his vow, the severity of it, than to make this move. For the other Zenites, who seem inclined to cling to Yima's skirts and place their full faith in her with no thought... or those who simply "do not trust" Meridian — well. He will simply be the bringer of terror and proof that their faith will crumble, or so he believes. ]
I intend to win, Quetzalcoatl. I cannot show them that I am worth believing in, if I am not decisive. Nor can Meridian prove their stance is the better, the stronger, if we are always responding and not leading. I am willing to hurt Zenites now, and soothe them later. And I am entirely willing to burn Highstorm, to rouse them from their endless stupor.
[ Quetzalcoatl closes her eyes and rests the weight of her head on his just a bit. This isn’t where she expected this conversation to end up at all, but in a way, it’s easier. This is the sort of thing that they were literally made for rather than navigating messy personal relationships. They’re probably both more comfortable here, even with the weight of what Set is planning.
She runs her fingers lightly along the skin above his Shard like it’s a motion meant to soothe him, but it’s probably just as much for herself. Her domains and duties could sometimes be a contradiction, because as a god of life, she reflexively recoils from the idea of using her Noble Phantasm so destructively… But it wasn’t as if she wouldn’t. ]
No… It wasn’t.
[ She sighs out the agreement, because of course she’s known that. What Meridian wants and with Zenith wants were too opposed. Their peace wasn’t meant to last as things got closer to the resolution. So, Set is right, isn’t he? If they can’t have peace, then they have to be something for Zenites to believe in. That’s what she’s been trying to be by warmly giving them her love and protection, but that’s not enough. They won’t let themselves yearn for a future, so she has to seize it for them. Then, when that time comes, it’s up to them what they do with it. ]
I can do it. We’ll let the sun’s light reach even the darkest parts of Highstorm. I can be the beacon, and you just make sure to take care of them in the shade, okay?
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I understand that. Peace was never going to last, though. We have done our best to hold onto those we can, and if they want to be held onto... they will understand that the action we take is to prove ourselves to them. That we are serious about where we stand, and where they can belong.
[ He promised Silco and Gen that he would be a path back from Zenith. In some ways, he knows that the two of them believe in that and rely on him for that. He can think of no better way to assure them of his vow, the severity of it, than to make this move. For the other Zenites, who seem inclined to cling to Yima's skirts and place their full faith in her with no thought... or those who simply "do not trust" Meridian — well. He will simply be the bringer of terror and proof that their faith will crumble, or so he believes. ]
I intend to win, Quetzalcoatl. I cannot show them that I am worth believing in, if I am not decisive. Nor can Meridian prove their stance is the better, the stronger, if we are always responding and not leading. I am willing to hurt Zenites now, and soothe them later. And I am entirely willing to burn Highstorm, to rouse them from their endless stupor.
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She runs her fingers lightly along the skin above his Shard like it’s a motion meant to soothe him, but it’s probably just as much for herself. Her domains and duties could sometimes be a contradiction, because as a god of life, she reflexively recoils from the idea of using her Noble Phantasm so destructively… But it wasn’t as if she wouldn’t. ]
No… It wasn’t.
[ She sighs out the agreement, because of course she’s known that. What Meridian wants and with Zenith wants were too opposed. Their peace wasn’t meant to last as things got closer to the resolution. So, Set is right, isn’t he? If they can’t have peace, then they have to be something for Zenites to believe in. That’s what she’s been trying to be by warmly giving them her love and protection, but that’s not enough. They won’t let themselves yearn for a future, so she has to seize it for them. Then, when that time comes, it’s up to them what they do with it. ]
I can do it. We’ll let the sun’s light reach even the darkest parts of Highstorm. I can be the beacon, and you just make sure to take care of them in the shade, okay?