( when set says that alenroux is not friendly, marc cants his head. when he finishes his remark, when he says that foul things roam the land, marc makes a noise of affirmation.
marc, like set, includes himself. )
The night is always dangerous.
( as set continues, marc looks up at the sky, seeks out the familiar sight of an unfamiliar moon. khonshu had said that set was the only one of them, the only one of the egyptian gods that had managed to cross-over, to leave the overvoid. though this isn't earth, still he wonders if this had been where and what khonshu had meant. it's so different to everything that had come before — there are no jackals, no mummies; there's no sand.
still, a niggling voice in the back of his mind, sat somewhere at the edge of those thoughts, says it's strange that gena isn't here (but then, should she be? her diner—), that marlene isn't here. says that it's strange, too, how set doesn't recognise him. they've got a history, after all — set and marc, set and khonshu. but then— khonshu had said they'd try and use his mind against him, that they'd try and fill it with lies and delusions. faith, khonshu had said, have faith.
marc's always had faith, that's never been the problem. it's always been everything else. )
That's why I'm here, Set. ( he answers, a breath of silence hanging between them before he continues. he'll figure out the details later. even if it is what the dream had implied, even if it is everything that the girl with the green hair had told him it is, that doesn't change this. the here and now. ) The night isn't yours to claim. It doesn't matter who claims allegiance to who, there are still people — travellers — that need protecting.
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marc, like set, includes himself. )
The night is always dangerous.
( as set continues, marc looks up at the sky, seeks out the familiar sight of an unfamiliar moon. khonshu had said that set was the only one of them, the only one of the egyptian gods that had managed to cross-over, to leave the overvoid. though this isn't earth, still he wonders if this had been where and what khonshu had meant. it's so different to everything that had come before — there are no jackals, no mummies; there's no sand.
still, a niggling voice in the back of his mind, sat somewhere at the edge of those thoughts, says it's strange that gena isn't here (but then, should she be? her diner—), that marlene isn't here. says that it's strange, too, how set doesn't recognise him. they've got a history, after all — set and marc, set and khonshu. but then— khonshu had said they'd try and use his mind against him, that they'd try and fill it with lies and delusions. faith, khonshu had said, have faith.
marc's always had faith, that's never been the problem. it's always been everything else. )
That's why I'm here, Set. ( he answers, a breath of silence hanging between them before he continues. he'll figure out the details later. even if it is what the dream had implied, even if it is everything that the girl with the green hair had told him it is, that doesn't change this. the here and now. ) The night isn't yours to claim. It doesn't matter who claims allegiance to who, there are still people — travellers — that need protecting.
You're not stopping that. I'm already broken.