[ assigned beds, and no attendants! what manner of realm was this, to not serve those they had so roughly captured and forced into a remaking, a rebirth. whether egypt was gone, or the subject of an ill fate in the future, he was still of the ennead; nothing could take him from their rank and file, save for their rejection of him entirely. even ma'at hadn't found that wise, as egypt still required his power -- just, not him with it. ]
I won't say a thing.
[ simple as that. if lessa will keep his counsel and not speak of what he may see within set's existence, then he will do the same. many experiences were painful, indeed; yet, his memories of happier times had kept him staggering forth, one foot before the other, to reap what he had sown throughout the world and rebalance the scales of justice. no matter who tried to convince him to lay that burden down, no matter who was more powerful than him and could accomplish it on his behalf - it was his task. lessa would know it, along with all the things that had lead to this moment.
the achamite cultists aren't hard to find. ] Wait here.
[ they're constantly around, flitting about in their robes to ensure every kenoma prospect had drank of the vial's contents; set, bright and crimson, bears down on a group of them with his shoulders rounded and his fists clenched tightly. ]
Give me my share, and Lessa's. And don't come near us, you creeps!
[ barked commands, as he seizes the pair of potions from those grabby, demanding hands, and stiffly makes his way back to the room. it's quiet there, with only the precious few seizing, feverish, upon their beds. for a moment, he regards them with pity -- before realizing, he and lessa will be in such a state soon enough.
he flops onto the bed, grumbling about the whole situation. careful not to spill either vial. ]
They're always around. I think they're meant to make sure we all partake, but I told them not to bother us. If they do, I'll judge them accordingly for their sins in Ma'at's place.
[ his head rests near lessa's knee. red hair strewn across the surface of the stone bed, he quiets. ]
no subject
I won't say a thing.
[ simple as that. if lessa will keep his counsel and not speak of what he may see within set's existence, then he will do the same. many experiences were painful, indeed; yet, his memories of happier times had kept him staggering forth, one foot before the other, to reap what he had sown throughout the world and rebalance the scales of justice. no matter who tried to convince him to lay that burden down, no matter who was more powerful than him and could accomplish it on his behalf - it was his task. lessa would know it, along with all the things that had lead to this moment.
the achamite cultists aren't hard to find. ] Wait here.
[ they're constantly around, flitting about in their robes to ensure every kenoma prospect had drank of the vial's contents; set, bright and crimson, bears down on a group of them with his shoulders rounded and his fists clenched tightly. ]
Give me my share, and Lessa's. And don't come near us, you creeps!
[ barked commands, as he seizes the pair of potions from those grabby, demanding hands, and stiffly makes his way back to the room. it's quiet there, with only the precious few seizing, feverish, upon their beds. for a moment, he regards them with pity -- before realizing, he and lessa will be in such a state soon enough.
he flops onto the bed, grumbling about the whole situation. careful not to spill either vial. ]
They're always around. I think they're meant to make sure we all partake, but I told them not to bother us. If they do, I'll judge them accordingly for their sins in Ma'at's place.
[ his head rests near lessa's knee. red hair strewn across the surface of the stone bed, he quiets. ]