[Set continues to stand here and suffer in the face of a doppelganger of his son, and D can only guess at how much they must resemble each other for Set to have mistaken him.
The crease grows heavier under the fingers, not because he's upset, but because he hadn't expected to be gently bullied about it. These are the only wrinkles marring his otherwise smooth and unnaturally beautiful face.
He lets this happen since at least Set isn't pushing the fingers through his skull.]
So you don't trust them as much as you trust yourself.
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The crease grows heavier under the fingers, not because he's upset, but because he hadn't expected to be gently bullied about it. These are the only wrinkles marring his otherwise smooth and unnaturally beautiful face.
He lets this happen since at least Set isn't pushing the fingers through his skull.]
So you don't trust them as much as you trust yourself.