[ Perhaps that is why Set asks. Because in moments like these, he is haunted and stalked by a man who lied to him from the dawn of time; a man who led him to believe that he was pleased by him and happy for him, when really he coveted Set and conspired to possess him. He finds it hard to trust, when the back of his mind still whispers in Osiris's voice. When he is still a liar, a cast-aside god bearing the brand and domain of evil. ]

When you are afraid or in pain, call to me. I was — once, I was a protector god. I may be evil now, but sometimes my body remembers.

[ He would come to Liem's side: a guardian, who had burned bright and fierce in defense of those who dwelled in Egypt. Great and small, old and newborn. He had traveled far and wide in the world he'd known, and met with other pantheons to broker agreements and do battle with their armies when needed. He had never wanted to conquer, only protect. To challenge and thwart, through might and trickery and negotiation.

He tips down toward Liem, bracing his warm weight across him as he kisses across his mouth, his cheek and to the space next to the crease of his eye. A hand sweeps down his body, broadly spreading across his thigh. ( You can be insatiable for me, he thinks within his mind, in Communion directed into Liem's own. A favored thing of his: talking aloud and between minds, simultaneously and effortlessly. I know you are greedy and wanton, and I adore it. ) ]

I could remember it better, for you.