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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]

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.