[ Bluntly calling Set a psycho gets Tezcatlipoca to laugh first, but he otherwise doesn’t interrupt as Amos explains it. He keeps his cigarette dangling from his lips and seems to casually take in the information like he doesn’t have too much investment in it. It’s true, in a sense. He hasn’t picked his side here, so he doesn’t have any. But that’s a very big yet. He’s going to throw his power and influence behind one of these two sides. Zenith, if he had to guess, but so far that’s really only because he and Quetzalcoatl couldn’t be on the same side. ]

Hm. Well, gotta point out that you’re not quite right about Quetzalcoatl. She cares, but it won’t stop her from wiping this city out if she felt like that’s what needed to be done.

[ He also switches pronouns at this point since, sure. He’ll roll with that. But the point is one he says simply. It’s not something she would do casually, sure, and maybe that’s what Amos means. But he still feels the need to call attention to the distinction. She’s not a god of peace, exactly. ]

As for Set? Taking your word for things, I don’t disagree. When someone starts to muscle their way into your territory? Crush them at first sight. Don’t leave any room for ‘em to take an inch. They ain’t gonna be your friends.

[ It’s an old lesson, but it’s one that the people of the Fifth Sun hadn’t taken seriously enough. It’s the trial that he’d want Izcalli to experience. He doesn’t have the same kind of stake in the game here, though, so he can be more direct than he ever was with the teixiptla he’d chosen in the Lostbelt. He shrugs as he taps off the ash again, but he doesn’t bring it immediately back to his mouth. ]

Just a matter of when you want to deal with trouble. You want him to be the one bringing it, or do you want to go cause it?