Yes, we are, (voryn agrees, contemplative as he beholds set and the way the god's fingers curl around the bowl of the pipe. its scent is so nostalgic that he lets his guard down, and in the breadth of that moment, he speaks genuinely.) ... I would never have come here if you'd bestowed me with an invitation before my world was destroyed. So, I can tell that my priorities have shifted... While I am wisely wary of the power gods have over mortal lives, I am no longer afraid of communing with them. Our night here together does not represent a debt owed. What it represents is good humour and the end to a miserable day.

(there is no way to catch himself in the act of being sentimental when he's already through. voryn, therefore, carries on with new barriers erected to keep his mind from slipping from the influence of strong alcohol and stronger drugs. he can focus wholly on the sensations forcing his far freer body and spirit to comingle in pleasant numbness; simultaneously overstimulated, he feels every thread of the rich fabric that's caught up around his ankles and the weight of his arms as they move in languid gestures.)

Ra may have observed her own beginning and the beginning of your world, but it seems as though her sight has since gone dark if she has truly abandoned everything to this place at the end of all things... Or perhaps she knows. (voryn leaves what that would imply well enough alone, reaching the bottom of his own drink that he holds for a moment behind his teeth. family disputes, especially the ones engaged in by gods, are always cataclysmic.

instead, with set now preoccupied with his cup, he swallows the burn and asks with an open palm for the pipe in exchange.)

What troubles you, Lord Set? Humans?