(marc spector is not worthy of being saved. the thought interrupts set's reply, the 'as if' sitting at the edge of the sentiment, a loose, vague reminder that there's a (more than strong) chance that set feels the same as him. it's the thought of that, the thought of him being saved instead of marlene or frenchie, or gena and her boys, or crawley, or— almost anyone that marc knows that has him doubting how much of this is exactly what it's said to be. who — except khonshu — would want to save a broken mess of a man?
it's strange, and yet he's been saved not once, not twice, not three times but four now. marc has never wanted to die, and yet his feelings on living have always been complex. funny? yeah, sure, that's a word for it.
he tracks set's movements, gaze settling on the god before him not in awe, but muted acceptance. he's never understood khonshu and he doubts set will make any more sense to him and marc, unlike marlene, has no real knowledge, no depth of understanding of the ancient egyptians, their myths or their beliefs to draw on and find understanding in.
anger and quiet burning rage are familiar entities to marc, and yet— ) I've been dead before, ( he remarks, tone mild, as if it's a fact that'll change anything. he's died and come back, so the same could hold true for anyone else — even (especially) a god.
but would he want it? he's not sure. ) A ghost. A spectre. It's one of those things that's difficult to get to stick, and I've never known Khonshu to be so easy to get rid of.
( marc's tried — but then he's also begged and wept and cried for khonshu to return to him, to answer and to help and to guide. maybe khonshu had always been so fucking persistent because marc had wanted him to be, wanted to give shape and form to the darkness.
he tries not to think about that too much. ) Didn't really figure gods could die.
( but as for the rest of it—. marc weighs up his options. he'd opposed set before and on more than one occasion, but the god standing before him is not him. at home, the answer would've been: yes, he opposes set. here? hmm. ) As for opposing you — I don't know. What are you aiming to do?
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it's strange, and yet he's been saved not once, not twice, not three times but four now. marc has never wanted to die, and yet his feelings on living have always been complex. funny? yeah, sure, that's a word for it.
he tracks set's movements, gaze settling on the god before him not in awe, but muted acceptance. he's never understood khonshu and he doubts set will make any more sense to him and marc, unlike marlene, has no real knowledge, no depth of understanding of the ancient egyptians, their myths or their beliefs to draw on and find understanding in.
anger and quiet burning rage are familiar entities to marc, and yet— ) I've been dead before, ( he remarks, tone mild, as if it's a fact that'll change anything. he's died and come back, so the same could hold true for anyone else — even (especially) a god.
but would he want it? he's not sure. ) A ghost. A spectre. It's one of those things that's difficult to get to stick, and I've never known Khonshu to be so easy to get rid of.
( marc's tried — but then he's also begged and wept and cried for khonshu to return to him, to answer and to help and to guide. maybe khonshu had always been so fucking persistent because marc had wanted him to be, wanted to give shape and form to the darkness.
he tries not to think about that too much. ) Didn't really figure gods could die.
( but as for the rest of it—. marc weighs up his options. he'd opposed set before and on more than one occasion, but the god standing before him is not him. at home, the answer would've been: yes, he opposes set. here? hmm. ) As for opposing you — I don't know. What are you aiming to do?