It seems we will never know that, Amos. Because of you. All that remains in history is that we had a weapon... and once attacked, we attacked in turn.
[It does not surprise her, in one way, that Set had been killed. Because... he did that on purpose, making himself a target, crowing responsibility for the firing of that weapon so that the uncritical among Zenith would focus their hatred on him and think of little else. Just like he told her he would- he made himself the evil god that all could despise.
... She wished he would not. He could be so glorious, he could shine so brightly as a god of war if he were not so obsessed with the dark side of himself. ... But it seemed he would never heed her on that matter, as much as it hurt her, no matter whether she debased herself as a woman to beg, if she fought with him as a friend wounded by perceived betrayal, or if she bowed down as a warrior and submitted a plea for her god to listen.
As a Meridian, she thinks... at least they did not lose both their gods from their forces in one godsdamned blow. As whatever else she was, to both of them, she thinks at least-]
My affairs are sorted.
[She had promised Set she would try to come up with a strategy to take back to that village or orphans, find some way to save them that did not come at the cost of sacrificing her own life. And she had promised Khalid, on the floor of her home clutching the eye that the demon had forced into her head, that-]
Unfortunately for you, I have promised not to die, no matter what must be done in the process of returning to the duty I must fulfill.
[She cannot trust the rest of Meridian to fulfill their mission if she is gone, anyway.]
You will crush my shard for me if you are victorious?
When I am, I will give you the opportunity to take your own life as a warrior, rather than striking your head off like a common criminal.
It is far more respect than you gave to the Tribune. Be grateful.
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[It does not surprise her, in one way, that Set had been killed. Because... he did that on purpose, making himself a target, crowing responsibility for the firing of that weapon so that the uncritical among Zenith would focus their hatred on him and think of little else. Just like he told her he would- he made himself the evil god that all could despise.
... She wished he would not. He could be so glorious, he could shine so brightly as a god of war if he were not so obsessed with the dark side of himself. ... But it seemed he would never heed her on that matter, as much as it hurt her, no matter whether she debased herself as a woman to beg, if she fought with him as a friend wounded by perceived betrayal, or if she bowed down as a warrior and submitted a plea for her god to listen.
As a Meridian, she thinks... at least they did not lose both their gods from their forces in one godsdamned blow. As whatever else she was, to both of them, she thinks at least-]
My affairs are sorted.
[She had promised Set she would try to come up with a strategy to take back to that village or orphans, find some way to save them that did not come at the cost of sacrificing her own life. And she had promised Khalid, on the floor of her home clutching the eye that the demon had forced into her head, that-]
Unfortunately for you, I have promised not to die, no matter what must be done in the process of returning to the duty I must fulfill.
[She cannot trust the rest of Meridian to fulfill their mission if she is gone, anyway.]
You will crush my shard for me if you are victorious?
When I am, I will give you the opportunity to take your own life as a warrior, rather than striking your head off like a common criminal.
It is far more respect than you gave to the Tribune. Be grateful.