❝ healing isn’t always about putting yourself back together the way you were. it’s about making something new out of the pieces that are left. ❞ ( I think Anubis to start, for obvious reasons )
Anubis hums, glancing over at the other with a quirked brow from where he sits. He is not one to really throw himself in the affairs of others, content with his duties as they are. He supposed that Saint would find him eventually. All the whispers of Set's reincarnation don't set him on edge like it might anyone else. He does not fear, for what exactly does he have to fear? He lifts his head, lets out a sigh, then shrugs.
"I find it ironic when you say such things, considering." He snorts, looking back down at the list of names in front of him. The life of a death god is not one of leisure. The fact that he has been found in a rare still moment is shocking enough on its own. Perhaps that's why he entertains it at all. "Why have you sought me out? I can't help but be curious." Anubis rolls up the scroll, tilting his head. "Some might say that the curiosity of a god is cursed, however. Take that how you will."
