[ He's just a weird guy, Liem. Don't worry about it. ]
I believe I may understand.
[ Never will he say such a thing directly, he feels. Understanding between gods and immortals is one thing, but between mortals and gods? It is an endless struggle for him, wrought of his desire to live up to the expectations of his wife; Nephthys was gone, eradicated with the world, but he had an opportunity to bring her back and make her manifest. He was less interested in her, however much he loved her, and more focused on the well-being of their child, in the end. Yet, she had whispered words of harmony and empathy, urged him to embrace the complexity of mortal life and rejoice in experiencing it.
How easy for the goddess of peace to say such a thing, for she was readily beloved by her humans for so long. The most Set knows of, is the sobbing cries of a mother pleading with his wife to sate the god of war's ire and allow her child to return home from the borders intact and healthy. A quick offering of grain, of incense, for a swift and decisive war. Understanding was meant to be mutual, and what he tries to offer to those of Kenos is often — readily rejected, or misunderstood. But this?
This, he thinks he can do. Perhaps it is why he clings to their shared misfortunes with food. ]
The smell of certain foods nauseates me. Meat, especially. Solids are — entirely disagreeable, though if I must eat for my health, I like... tomatoes, and greens. And fruit. The taste of it is always new to me. Sometimes, overwhelming. A mouthful of ash, you say. Utterly foreign, to me.
[ Sensory overload, at the best of times and immediate illness, at others. ]
Why does the sun affect you so? For someone who has chosen the side of the light, it seems you could have done better for your health in Highstorm. Does your faith ask you to suffer for it?
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I believe I may understand.
[ Never will he say such a thing directly, he feels. Understanding between gods and immortals is one thing, but between mortals and gods? It is an endless struggle for him, wrought of his desire to live up to the expectations of his wife; Nephthys was gone, eradicated with the world, but he had an opportunity to bring her back and make her manifest. He was less interested in her, however much he loved her, and more focused on the well-being of their child, in the end. Yet, she had whispered words of harmony and empathy, urged him to embrace the complexity of mortal life and rejoice in experiencing it.
How easy for the goddess of peace to say such a thing, for she was readily beloved by her humans for so long. The most Set knows of, is the sobbing cries of a mother pleading with his wife to sate the god of war's ire and allow her child to return home from the borders intact and healthy. A quick offering of grain, of incense, for a swift and decisive war. Understanding was meant to be mutual, and what he tries to offer to those of Kenos is often — readily rejected, or misunderstood. But this?
This, he thinks he can do. Perhaps it is why he clings to their shared misfortunes with food. ]
The smell of certain foods nauseates me. Meat, especially. Solids are — entirely disagreeable, though if I must eat for my health, I like... tomatoes, and greens. And fruit. The taste of it is always new to me. Sometimes, overwhelming. A mouthful of ash, you say. Utterly foreign, to me.
[ Sensory overload, at the best of times and immediate illness, at others. ]
Why does the sun affect you so? For someone who has chosen the side of the light, it seems you could have done better for your health in Highstorm. Does your faith ask you to suffer for it?