“It won't,” Bast immediately retorted, not even considering how insensitive it might sound. “Because I'm not a whiner like you.”
That was, she felt, the crux of Ahti's problem. The goddess wanted people to praise and pet her. Well, so did Bast. But when she felt like she wasn't getting her due, she made sure people paid attention. She told them how great she was, she acted like she deserved the recognition because she did, and she didn't settle for letting somebody else take what was hers. Not even Sekhmet did that.
But then again, she didn't try to steal Aunt Sek's thunder either. The woman rocked, and she deserved it when people gave her credit. So if anybody tried to compliment Bast on something Sekhmet did, she told them who they should be directing it towards. Then told them what they should be thanking her for. And they did.
So she didn't quite understand why Ahti wouldn't or couldn't just do the same thing. Except that she was a whiny crybaby who'd rather bitch and moan than do something about it, apparently. Bast didn't like whiners.
“Nobody is forgetting me,” she told Chaos. “I'm not going to let them. It's your own fault that you let them forget you.”