[Liem is perfectly, uncommonly warm tucked snugly in Set’s grasp, caught between two bodies that smell and feel equally real. It is an extremely distracting place from which to conduct any conversation, much less a serious one, but even now, he craves touch too keenly to extract himself. Contentment descends on him like a warm, weighted blanket as noses gently along Set’s jaw.
Until a frown steals over his expression, and he is obliged to pull his face back so he can look at the god again.]
And the Oracle… accepted it?
[He knew that some had given the Oracle grisly gifts in the maze—who didn’t know about Gen, at least?—but he had not considered someone might give up something like this. That Set might give up something like this.]
That is… [certainly a decision he has made. Liem starts again.] But what about when you return home?
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Until a frown steals over his expression, and he is obliged to pull his face back so he can look at the god again.]
And the Oracle… accepted it?
[He knew that some had given the Oracle grisly gifts in the maze—who didn’t know about Gen, at least?—but he had not considered someone might give up something like this. That Set might give up something like this.]
That is… [certainly a decision he has made. Liem starts again.] But what about when you return home?
[Is atonement not inherently an unselfish act?]