[ The name escapes him, the closest Set may come to a gasp of shock. Or, perhaps, empathetic horror. It is breathless, a faint admonishment not for the fact that part of Liem's very nature requires such a thing, but that he - is ashamed of it. That he is stricken by his own self, in ways that. That. Set feels, too. The sensation of his stomach growling, the feeling of chewing solid food - most mortals find it rote, to eat and dine and complete the circle of digestion ( he will not think of it, cannot; as he oddly is not impacted by it? ) - but, to the former god? It is a shameful experience. It is horrifying, to him.
He feels wrong, when his body demands nutrients he has never needed before. When it weakens without them, when he must finally eat materials that then - they, just. He cannot keep them down, and the cycle of humiliation begins again. ]
You are not a parasite.
[ Perhaps that is why, in this moment, he feels as close to Liem as could possibly be. There is still a rift between them, a vast number of things that make them so very different, but this is - this one thing is. ]
I do not think of you as parasitical for your needs. I think you have yet to find a way to achieve symbiotic balance, between someone who may wish to take care of you - and, how you might take care of them. And while I am an easy man to insult, in this regard... you could never. I, [ he breathes out, small and shy: ] cannot bear the shame of my own body's needs, my own fledgling mortalities. I believe, that I can understand you.
cw just some body dysmorphia + eating disorder chat, in case
Liem Talbott.
[ The name escapes him, the closest Set may come to a gasp of shock. Or, perhaps, empathetic horror. It is breathless, a faint admonishment not for the fact that part of Liem's very nature requires such a thing, but that he - is ashamed of it. That he is stricken by his own self, in ways that. That. Set feels, too. The sensation of his stomach growling, the feeling of chewing solid food - most mortals find it rote, to eat and dine and complete the circle of digestion ( he will not think of it, cannot; as he oddly is not impacted by it? ) - but, to the former god? It is a shameful experience. It is horrifying, to him.
He feels wrong, when his body demands nutrients he has never needed before. When it weakens without them, when he must finally eat materials that then - they, just. He cannot keep them down, and the cycle of humiliation begins again. ]
You are not a parasite.
[ Perhaps that is why, in this moment, he feels as close to Liem as could possibly be. There is still a rift between them, a vast number of things that make them so very different, but this is - this one thing is. ]
I do not think of you as parasitical for your needs. I think you have yet to find a way to achieve symbiotic balance, between someone who may wish to take care of you - and, how you might take care of them. And while I am an easy man to insult, in this regard... you could never. I, [ he breathes out, small and shy: ] cannot bear the shame of my own body's needs, my own fledgling mortalities. I believe, that I can understand you.