Back home, gods have magic. But I don't. I was never born with any. [And so he'd only had his strength to rely on, standing out all the more from his siblings. He'd been the black sheep in so many ways.] My brother was the god of agriculture and fertility. I never knew what he did until recently but he used to go to villages and help them with their crops. Here, I have healing and green magic. [Even Set knows the hilarity of this. Emerald was there for the blow-up that was Set feeling like a joke that he'd gotten magic and it had been something so opposite from him.]

It isn't much but I try to practice my magic as much as I can. Helping here should help our worlds, right? I think anyway. [Admittedly, he's not the brightest tool in the shed and there's a lot that's going on in this world he does not understand. But he tries because he has to do better than he would have five years ago.]

I don't know. As mad as I am at myself, I guess the time here has let me think. Not that it always helps. Sometimes I just lay awake and I feel like I could go crazy. But it feels a little better to think when I do something here, anything, maybe I'm doing something okay.

[That sounds very dumb to him and he frowns.] I don't know if that makes sense. I guess I just think that if you just existing can help in your world, because you'll help, then you just...have to keep going? And that guy just wanted to help people and protect them then he'd be proud of you for doing that here. Maybe. I don't know the guy.

[Real helpful, Set.]