(initially, lessa had thought set was but a figment of ra, mistaken to be another entity by humans who weren't cognizant that there existed only "two" gods. it seems, however, that all things are true when the universe has no end. set exists, he feels him at his side now, and his presence is just as warm as the creator's.

with no destination, lessa walks with set, arm against his arm. sharp unconsolidated rock beneath his feet occasionally forces his hand to raise to grasp at the back of set's elbow, but it's always for leverage, fleeting.)

You're stubborn. I'm beginning to understand how precious a quality that is. (his eyes stray from his fellow god to their surroundings. each and every hanging head is one he'd like to bless. it torments him so to see them suffer, momentarily trapped in their own minds.) I... think I am... swayed too easily by matters that shouldn't concern me.

(even set has been a recipient of wanton kindness—or is it selfishness? lessa finally puts on a wan smile, even sighs as though tired. (human influence, undoubtedly, when his son was prone to extreme boredom.))

The potion might give us answers to our maybes, but I admit... I'm uncertain. The consequences could be dire if a god were to become a tool, and yet there's no other path available to take. What do you suppose it'll do?