"Several hundred years seems like far too short a time." Indeed, Horus wouldn't have objected to about three or four hundred more before he had to see Set again. He turned around and stormed off through the crowd, intent on having a bartender fix him a drink so strong it would knock him down.

Unfortunately, the voice of reason in the back of his mind wouldn't let him be. "He's the only family you've seen in ages. Are you really going to sit here and brood over ancient history or go back over there?" One long, weary sigh and a half-finished beer later and Horus found his feet dragging him back over to Set. He started right back in as if he hadn't just stormed off in a dramatic huff. "Incidentally, what have you been up to since we last spoke?"