[ Set's hands curl, uncurl. His claws come to bear as he squeezes the life out of an imaginary foe — his pacing sharp and fluid, circling the sides of Liem's bed like a shark that is desperate for a catch. For blood. His eyes wide, dark pupils thinned to cat-like slits; an atmosphere of threat, but also the image of a stricken man. One who had been desperately trying to rest his mind, because he has spent so long considering what to do next. How to retaliate, how to be decisive and precise in his blow, so that nobody would ever think of doing such a thing to him again. ]

The last man who threatened my son was Osiris himself. And I killed him.

[ The words are hollow. ]

Gen wants to die, more than anything else. He wants Zenith to win, he wants to die, and he loves the shard of "Reiji" most of all. These are the facts I am working with. I want to ensure he never gets anything he wants. I want him to live forever, I want him to be forgotten by Reiji. I want him to regret betraying our promise to one another!

[ There are so many ways he could have done that, if this was Egypt and he were a god. He could curse him, right now. He could summon enough power, he thinks, and lay a curse upon Gen that as long as he loves Reiji, he will never know the peace he desires most. That way, Gen would have to abandon his love to get what he wanted. ]

I want to find the shard of the one he loves, and I want to punish the person he loves. I want to control him using that love, the way he controlled me.