[ Politics. He couldn't hold much of a grudge over Thoth for it... well, maybe a bit, but not enough that it wouldn't be overruled by the fact that the ibis had preserved him. Indeed, were it not such a clever bird, the moon would have never allowed his conception.

Set's lips twitched briefly at the mention of his quietness, but he shrugged, stepping away from the bit of scrap with nary a backward glance. These things didn't interest him, held no reverence to a thing that seemed to bare no love, if not for himself. Even now, the god of the wasteland was flopping into the throne of Egypt as if it were any other chair, stretching his legs to drape over the arm. ]

Just because I said nothing doesn't mean I did nothing.

[ Set draws his mobile from his pockets, idly thumbing at the screen, wrapping his attention around it instead of the pharaohs of old and their minder. ]

Or do you mean to say you thought I should have a hand in its creation?

[ A tilt of a dark brow, but he doesn't glance over. ]