[ He sneered, derisive, at the mention that Quetzalcoatl has promised something to Set. he doesn't believe she will follow through, he doesn't believe that she will offer enough. Mind, Silco is spectacularly single-minded when it came to Quetz, his hatred for her wholly irrational, but she'd said too many of the wrong things, and left Silco with little choice but to hate her.
It was always going to end up this way. He knew it was. ]
Whatever it is she has promised you, I can give just as well. What good does she even offer?
[ Power, yes, he knows. That he can see, but Set does not need that power in his mind. he never had. He was powerful, bold, and able to warp the world around him in his own way, he could shift the world like the sand that swirled at his feet sometimes, and make it manifest. He didn't need Quetz, Silco thought. To admit that the god might, would be to topple his ally β and Set was an ally β in his eyes. ]
Though... [ He shifted his eyes to the desk before him. ] Things are nearly in place. What I need you to do, when the time comes, is push the powers that be topside, to believe that the only way to smooth the fracture between above and below, is to extend their reach.
They need to overstep, and outstay their welcome. It will happen either way, but... it's best if it happens at the right time.
[ Is that right time going to also be the moment at which Amos kills Cyrus? Don't worry about it. ]
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[ He sneered, derisive, at the mention that Quetzalcoatl has promised something to Set. he doesn't believe she will follow through, he doesn't believe that she will offer enough. Mind, Silco is spectacularly single-minded when it came to Quetz, his hatred for her wholly irrational, but she'd said too many of the wrong things, and left Silco with little choice but to hate her.
It was always going to end up this way. He knew it was. ]
Whatever it is she has promised you, I can give just as well. What good does she even offer?
[ Power, yes, he knows. That he can see, but Set does not need that power in his mind. he never had. He was powerful, bold, and able to warp the world around him in his own way, he could shift the world like the sand that swirled at his feet sometimes, and make it manifest. He didn't need Quetz, Silco thought. To admit that the god might, would be to topple his ally β and Set was an ally β in his eyes. ]
Though... [ He shifted his eyes to the desk before him. ] Things are nearly in place. What I need you to do, when the time comes, is push the powers that be topside, to believe that the only way to smooth the fracture between above and below, is to extend their reach.
They need to overstep, and outstay their welcome. It will happen either way, but... it's best if it happens at the right time.
[ Is that right time going to also be the moment at which Amos kills Cyrus? Don't worry about it. ]