[ Tezcatlipoca does look at Royce with a bit of renewed interest at the clarification. The orange lenses of his sunglasses (that he’s definitely still wearing inside, sighs) helps obscure it somewhat, but not completely. It’s not as if it’s a surprise that someone that’s dead would end up here. It’s as good a place as any, he figures. Probably better in a lot of ways. But the dead are his domain, somewhat.

…Or were, at least. Doesn’t exactly apply here, especially not when he’s being a bit lazy in staking his alliance and thus Harmonization, but old habits and all. ]

Oh, nah. I’m same as you, presumably, from some far off, dead world.

[ He’s flippant with the statement despite his more complex feelings, but he pauses that conversation for a moment as the waiter comes over. He orders something called a “Salty Blues Sour”, then turns his attention back to Royce once they wander off to the bar. ]

‘Course, I’m in and out, seems like, so I’m not gonna have too much in the way of answers if that’s what you’re lookin’ for. Stopped by a few months ago for a week, and now I’m back. We’ll see if it sticks this time.

[ it will not because quetz has to get killed off first, oops, ]

But, hey, if this is the afterlife for you, ain’t bad, so far as they go.