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[hor]

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I am stuck in my inn room by this white plague.
My own jewelry is so cold it burns my skin.
Attempted to build a fire, but the circle box on the ceiling began to screech deafeningly.

Someone give me a proper burial when this is over.

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[suetekh]

Then get over it.

[It's a bit harsh, coming from Set and especially after he's come to take care of Horus from freezing to death in the cold.]

There's no point in trying to know me and the sooner you realize that then it's better.

[hor]

Hm, I'll let you know in a hundred years if I have.

[ He won't. Horus knows in his soul he's more stubborn and patient than Set could even imagine. ]

You're a god of war, you know better than any how important it is to know your enemy. Will you accept that?

[suetekh]

You already know me well enough. You have fought me once and probably hundreds more times that I don't know of. [Set thinks so, anyway. He doesn't imagine that he wouldn't fight Horus every chance that he got.]

But whatever, it doesn't matter. You are a stubborn child.

[hor]

You can't say I know you and refuse to believe I know you in the same breath, Set.

[ He lets out a puff of air, almost a huff. His phone is lighting up between them with Walter's messages, so they're running out of time, too. ] Children can't kill or be king.