[ ... going back to where I’m from or it being gone is about the same to me, the voice says, and honestly? Same. He only comes down on one side over the other because it upholds something he wants more than the other half does. Which is why his voice, manic-bright and rasping like blades tearing across one another, comes through to Tezcatlipoca with ease: ] The other side is boring and full of empty minds! They gave up their worlds, and then the majority of them won't even consider what they want their future to look like. They're shameful shams, pathetic little sycophants who don't want to work hard to make anything... most of them have the design to leave creation to someone else.

[ At least with Meridians, he sees them struggle. He can count how many of them wage wars within themselves on a daily basis, while the Zenites by and large prefer to empty themselves out and yield to tranquility. To acceptance. All he wants is to sink his fingers into their midst and rattle them around, make them sick and twisted and anything but confident! ( The bite of harsh storms and cutting sands whip across Tezca's mind, slithering heat and bitter cold alike. )

Set manifests, in the echo of his declaration. His hands spread with faux-innocence and his teeth brought to bare below the dark line of his divine helm. ]

It's pathetic. They ought not be winning at all anymore, now that Meridian has marshaled under my reign. Why would I want to align with them, even if my domains better suit Zenith?