[ Make them turn to him and his. He provides, and that will keep them coming to him. They will look to him as the support for the impoverished and lower classes, and in contrast to those above that withhold. They can perform raids, they can take what they cannot get. They have the smuggling means these days, with their connections in the drugs, and the pharmaceuticals.
They have the medications at cost, and they don't upcharge like Patho-Gen does. It is, in contrast, slower for profits, but they aren't powering as much. They're doing well, considering everything, and Silco knows how to make something from nothing. He'll continue to do so, despite if they are dogged, or if they are being excluded.
They can make something from that.
He nods. ]
You aim to imprint?
[ Would this be his first out of deliberation? Yes, he had agreed to Medarda's, but that had been in the moment, when he'd been shot in the street. But Set say something... that he understands. A promise he must keep, he says.
A twitch of his lips. ]
I have made a promise as well. It is why I must return, intact.
[ With this soul they gave him. He needs it, he knows, otherwise his wounds will open. But if he has it... he can... ]
We have the same goal, Set. To return to our worlds, and leave this one behind to rot and perish as is its fate. That is sealed, the question is whether we will survive despite this world's fate.
I think it the best way to clear the air between us.
[ Set's own ulterior motive is a raw thing, cautiously kept from those he has enforced a connection with; he would bare it specifically to Silco, to keep him properly informed. A partnership, rather than a conquest or a tactical selection. Because of the fact that they have a similar need to return. While Set does not mind the idea of ferrying Karterians to his land, he refuses to do so as an enemy of Egypt β he would sooner rip his Augmenter out and meet his demise on the planet, than allow them access to his innate connection to the arid, hostile lands of his realm. To be wielded, a weapon again, by a hand other than
other than
other than, in ugly truth, Osiris. ] Of any lingering doubts, I mean.
[ To give one another purpose, and protection of their own against the addictive power of the Natural Soul within. ]
I would see everything burn, before I allowed this world to parasitize my own. Karterians are like locusts, feeding on the grain of others as temporary reprieve from their encroaching fate. This world will fall. They will seek refuge upon another. It will not be mine. And, if you accept my imprint β I will ensure it not be yours, either.
[ Silco's lips almost peel back in a snarl. Clear the air, he says, as if he has done anything to allow for doubt. Has he not complied? Has he not gone along with him, and done business as asked?
They are aligned in this. In this they have the same goal. Return to their home, whatever promises they are that link them together. Set does not know that what drives Silco is something that pulls him back from death, like a corpse rising from the water, he will make it back. He must make it back. More than anything, more than the bleeding wounds from his belly, nothing would bar him from Jinx.
Whatever it was that motivated Set, it must be something similar.
What else could motivate someone so doggedly? ]
I do not doubt what is necessary, Set. I will do anything to return, but I want this world to Burn in our wake. For taking us. For trying to take what is ours.
[ He holds out a hand to him. ]
For the prize of returning? I would accept your imprint.
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They have the medications at cost, and they don't upcharge like Patho-Gen does. It is, in contrast, slower for profits, but they aren't powering as much. They're doing well, considering everything, and Silco knows how to make something from nothing. He'll continue to do so, despite if they are dogged, or if they are being excluded.
They can make something from that.
He nods. ]
You aim to imprint?
[ Would this be his first out of deliberation? Yes, he had agreed to Medarda's, but that had been in the moment, when he'd been shot in the street. But Set say something... that he understands. A promise he must keep, he says.
A twitch of his lips. ]
I have made a promise as well. It is why I must return, intact.
[ With this soul they gave him. He needs it, he knows, otherwise his wounds will open. But if he has it... he can... ]
We have the same goal, Set. To return to our worlds, and leave this one behind to rot and perish as is its fate. That is sealed, the question is whether we will survive despite this world's fate.
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[ Set's own ulterior motive is a raw thing, cautiously kept from those he has enforced a connection with; he would bare it specifically to Silco, to keep him properly informed. A partnership, rather than a conquest or a tactical selection. Because of the fact that they have a similar need to return. While Set does not mind the idea of ferrying Karterians to his land, he refuses to do so as an enemy of Egypt β he would sooner rip his Augmenter out and meet his demise on the planet, than allow them access to his innate connection to the arid, hostile lands of his realm. To be wielded, a weapon again, by a hand other than
other than
other than, in ugly truth, Osiris. ] Of any lingering doubts, I mean.
[ To give one another purpose, and protection of their own against the addictive power of the Natural Soul within. ]
I would see everything burn, before I allowed this world to parasitize my own. Karterians are like locusts, feeding on the grain of others as temporary reprieve from their encroaching fate. This world will fall. They will seek refuge upon another. It will not be mine. And, if you accept my imprint β I will ensure it not be yours, either.
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They are aligned in this. In this they have the same goal. Return to their home, whatever promises they are that link them together. Set does not know that what drives Silco is something that pulls him back from death, like a corpse rising from the water, he will make it back. He must make it back. More than anything, more than the bleeding wounds from his belly, nothing would bar him from Jinx.
Whatever it was that motivated Set, it must be something similar.
What else could motivate someone so doggedly? ]
I do not doubt what is necessary, Set. I will do anything to return, but I want this world to Burn in our wake. For taking us. For trying to take what is ours.
[ He holds out a hand to him. ]
For the prize of returning? I would accept your imprint.