"Hello Nephthys, looking as young and beautiful as ever." It made sense that he would look a few years older, he was war, he was depicted as the villain of the Egyptians, and warriors and villains tended to be older in tales and stories, or at least movies, but still, she looked so good, it just wasn't right, he was supposed to hate her. He also noticed just how different he looked, something that always rubbed him the wrong way. "How have you been?" he bent down to tie his red shoelaces that had come undone.