"I remember going to you for help, and you denied me," Anubis said, voice going so cold, the hair on Kema's neck stood up. "This could've been over centuries ago, but you walked away." "To get more beer! I fucked up. I know I did. But I've had my own curse to deal with for the last twenty years," Hermes said, trying to defend himself. "Twenty years? That is a blink of an eye compared to my suffering. Five thousand years I struggled against myself," Anubis snarled. "I hope the fucking beer was worth it."
