[ Cassidy should have no fear for the desert anymore. The sand would still sting, but the heat would not cripple him like it did the rest. That he had no love for it, though, was another matter. Who could blame him? Who could adore a wasteland? Even Set himself grew tired of it, his passions flipping hot and cold as the day and night upon the dunes.

Set doesn't look up right away as he hears the door open, choosing instead to twirl his phone about from hand to hand like it would make the device spill out a reply. The clink of the tray nearby earned those dark eyes, following the pale forearm attached to it all the way up to the master's face. Oh yes, he was a novelty, Cassidy, and made many of his middle-eastern contacts uneasy whenever his presence was called for. Nevertheless, Set enjoyed the strangeness of him, much as one would an exotic bird. His old master had known him rather well; a shame that he could not withstand the recent bout - Set could have used his counsel now, if not his presence. Cassidy's only favor was a crinkle at the dark-rimmed edges of the god's eyes, as well as the fact that Set picked up the offering and sipped it. ]

One might hope so, but I doubt it. Most of them were stupid enough without the shell-shock.

[ Set, you were face-down in vomit when the minders found you; you thought it was a bad trip until you were told about the destruction of the lore. Not a very high place to stand. Best not to mention that to him - he's forgotten it already. ]

Thoth and Anubis are the only ones who have stirred. No hope for the latter - he might have been better off spent on his mother's thigh.

[ Your ex-wife, Set. We don't talk about her either, Cassidy. Maybe the lengthy draw of the next sip is a confirmation of that. ]

Why am I the one who is ready to get something done?