[ really, it doesn't even compare to the awful things seth has done, driven by his pride, by his terror, by his trauma. his entire nation had suffered because of him-- and not only his nation, but his family. his wife and son hadn't deserved what they'd suffered, especially his son. anubis had been innocent, and now-- now look at what seth's selfishness had done to him. if he'd simply given osiris what he wanted, if he'd spoken to his wife, perhaps to the rest of the ennead..
well, it's all far too late for that now, and all he can do is repent, accept his punishment, and try to make some of it right.
still, despite all that, hearing someone else confess to wrongdoing makes him laugh-- once, short and sharp and a little hysterical. ] Fuck! You're a piece of shit, too. [ he whips his head toward the painting, lips drawing back from his teeth in a smile that's more of a sneer, fanged like an animal. ] Still, we all know who wins this ugly little competition, don't we? [ scarlet eyes flick back toward the stranger as the painting seems to deliberate with itself, and seth tilts his chin up challengingly. ]
here we go
well, it's all far too late for that now, and all he can do is repent, accept his punishment, and try to make some of it right.
still, despite all that, hearing someone else confess to wrongdoing makes him laugh-- once, short and sharp and a little hysterical. ] Fuck! You're a piece of shit, too. [ he whips his head toward the painting, lips drawing back from his teeth in a smile that's more of a sneer, fanged like an animal. ] Still, we all know who wins this ugly little competition, don't we? [ scarlet eyes flick back toward the stranger as the painting seems to deliberate with itself, and seth tilts his chin up challengingly. ]