[ Even huddled within the blanket, Set's expression is a thunderous thing -- his brow creases heavily, mouth thinning into a tight line of displeasure. Ire is a thing that rises quickly inside of him, and insult is easy to feel. Weird guy. Not really a god. He feels something raggedly hot and bitterly cold throb inside of him; resentment, burning its way into a hateful blossom. Into soft, agonized despair. He can't blame Bruno for assuming it. Nor for not believing that he truly is a god. It isn't as though he has considerable power, nor the ability to enact change or prove his might.
He really isn't much of anything.
As quickly as the flare of resentment and resistance rises, something within him gutters and chills. He curls a little harder into the blanket he was given, hooking his hands into the folds of it -- and says nothing in his defense. It's just so tiresome, and really not worth the fight. ]
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[ Even huddled within the blanket, Set's expression is a thunderous thing -- his brow creases heavily, mouth thinning into a tight line of displeasure. Ire is a thing that rises quickly inside of him, and insult is easy to feel. Weird guy. Not really a god. He feels something raggedly hot and bitterly cold throb inside of him; resentment, burning its way into a hateful blossom. Into soft, agonized despair. He can't blame Bruno for assuming it. Nor for not believing that he truly is a god. It isn't as though he has considerable power, nor the ability to enact change or prove his might.
He really isn't much of anything.
As quickly as the flare of resentment and resistance rises, something within him gutters and chills. He curls a little harder into the blanket he was given, hooking his hands into the folds of it -- and says nothing in his defense. It's just so tiresome, and really not worth the fight. ]