( then they're on the same page, marc thinks, for better or for worse. neither of them are likely to change their minds, neither of them are likely to change their approach or their methods. marc has a mission, whilst set is set. unchangeable, in many ways, the both of them.
even so, marc is startled — shocked and wide-eyed, conflicted — as set takes his hand and presses it against the beast's body. a silence, palpable, lingers between them as marc opens his mouth as if to speak and gets no further than that. khonshu had claimed him, he'd claimed khonshu as his — whichever way round events truly occurred, it didn't matter, but the request to repeat set's word sits uncomfortably in his chest and his throat and at the tip of his tongue. he is not of the egyptian people, and though it's been a long time since marc has practiced his father's faith, has participated in any traditions or even given any of it much thought other than to acknowledge the perpetual guilt that never seems to ease at giving all of it up for an egyptian god—.
he redirects his attention though he doesn't withdraw his hand, not for the moment. he looks at the body, then he looks up towards the sky, eyes searching for the moon out of instinct. a want for an answer to a question he doesn't ask. )
—Khonshu only ever asked me to enact his vengeance, not to honour the dead. ( (or whatever this is.) it's a clarification of sorts as to what he'd said moments before. he doesn't clarify that whilst for set, there may be an afterlife, for marc there is not. perhaps, he thinks, he shouldn't have said he was a priest (he hadn't meant it literally. ) Not my job.
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even so, marc is startled — shocked and wide-eyed, conflicted — as set takes his hand and presses it against the beast's body. a silence, palpable, lingers between them as marc opens his mouth as if to speak and gets no further than that. khonshu had claimed him, he'd claimed khonshu as his — whichever way round events truly occurred, it didn't matter, but the request to repeat set's word sits uncomfortably in his chest and his throat and at the tip of his tongue. he is not of the egyptian people, and though it's been a long time since marc has practiced his father's faith, has participated in any traditions or even given any of it much thought other than to acknowledge the perpetual guilt that never seems to ease at giving all of it up for an egyptian god—.
he redirects his attention though he doesn't withdraw his hand, not for the moment. he looks at the body, then he looks up towards the sky, eyes searching for the moon out of instinct. a want for an answer to a question he doesn't ask. )
—Khonshu only ever asked me to enact his vengeance, not to honour the dead. ( (or whatever this is.) it's a clarification of sorts as to what he'd said moments before. he doesn't clarify that whilst for set, there may be an afterlife, for marc there is not. perhaps, he thinks, he shouldn't have said he was a priest (he hadn't meant it literally. ) Not my job.