[ It continues to elude him that Liem is aware of some aspects of the Ennead, of the pantheon of gods he was kin to and presided over humanity alongside. The bonds of blood did not truly matter at the heart of all things, but the bonds humans had forged to one another that defined their relationship to the world had invaded the rank and file of eternal, boundless beings. Marriage, progeny, superiority and inferiority — Ra had said as much at his trial, that Nephthys had not truly been unfaithful to him, because it was not divine to be wedded in the first place. Laying claim to one another was perverted. It would ruin them.

So, he wonders what Liem knows. Innately, he knows that it is truth — there is no 'other' to Set. He is all that he was, is and will be, drawn forth from the vast primordial sea of consciousness at given moments. Contradictions are not contradictions to the Ennead, nor to him. To know he is perceived another way is not, to him, wrongful. It is merely one more aspect of his fathomless existence, never a lie, never something he will avoid. Fate is absolute, to an absolute being. ]

Is that what you think I am doing? I failed in that duty long, long ago.

[ Brutally ensured that he did, in fact. ]

— I suppose, I would ask you for your services as a priest. Not as my priest, just as a priest. An advisor, of sorts. Maybe, a translator? I do not speak to mortals skillfully, and never have. Not like my siblings do.

[ It is a terribly isolating thing, to be incapable of understanding. Every moment of his life lent itself to being highly independent, peerless, and lacking in empathy. ]