Her capability of violence and destruction was something he loved about her, there was just something about her strength, inner and outer that was heads above Isis, not that he had ever admitted that aloud, especially not to her.
It may have been thousands of years ago, but Set had a very difficult time letting go, especially of that, it burned within him, it had hurt more than he had wanted it to. Still, things were pretty foggy now, even to him. "I don't know. I shouldn't have said that, I don't really mean it, I'm just bitter and old..." Set sighed and took a big long drink from his beer he had ordered, a sign that he really didn't mean what he said.