[ Horus shifts slightly, letting his breath out in a puff against Set's neck and keeping his face close enough that the warm breath heats his nose just a little. He stays quiet, trying to think how he should say what he wants to, but if he pisses Set off, he pisses Set off. ]

Without military prowess at his side, Father's magnanimous attitude and the favor of his people would've been pointless. He needed people to fear you and love him, and have people know that he was the only one who could control you or else enemies would've come to take Egypt because he wasn't enough to handle them. Peace was only possible if he could make absolutely certain that you didn't think anyone else could care for you, to make sure you wouldn't act for anyone else. I was taught from a young age the stories of my father and you and the more I learned of him, the more obvious it became.

[ A beat before he cuts in with a reminder: ] You promised not to get mad.