"Perhaps you would be better suited with a job away from the mortals," Nephthys suggested. "There are other many other gods in the city that surely enjoy violence."
She felt so unsteady with this talk, this chatting on jobs and day to day life as the idea of them hung heavy and large in front of them. But Nephthys didn't want to talk about them. She doubted Set did either. And yet, all they were doing was talking around the subject.
She swallowed, looking across to the bar. Her breath was unsteady as she said, "I need a drink."