"So they all left," Set murmured almost to himself, sinking his hands into his pockets. Somehow...he hadn't expected his family to follow his footsteps, and somehow, despite his own actions, it annoyed him that they had.

"New York is a melting pot of cultures and chaos," he said after a moment of silence. It was that that drew him there, he thought; that and the fact that he could manage to blend in while standing out in New York.

"And now?" he said, lifting an eyebrow at his nephew. "This is not the desert."