[ Tezcatlipoca listens with interest as Silco explains, and he can tell that he’s not getting the totally accurate story here. It’s fairly obvious. For one, he knows his brother—lying is essentially antithetical to Quetzalcoatl. But two, where Quetzalcoatl understood people with an optimism that Silco had viciously rejected, Tezcatlipoca understands them as they are. He already has a strong sense of the kind of person that Silco is. Whether part of this story is being kept from him intentionally because it makes the man look bad or it’s a delusional misunderstanding—
Well, it doesn’t matter to him, practically speaking.
He hums out a thoughtful kind of “huh” partway through, then reaches into his pocket to grab his lighter and cigs. Might as well light up another while they’re walking and talking. But it’s after he takes that first drag that Silco gets to Quetzalcoatl’s most recent affront, and he removes the cigarette to make an incredulous noise. ]
No shit? Sheesh, Birdie… [ Not that Tezcatlipoca believes for a second that it wasn’t earned in a way, but. ] Yeah, once you get to removing limbs, that’s pretty serious. Gonna guess it wasn’t exactly an accident with her taking a scuffle too far either.
[ There’s a tired way in which he says it that implies that this is also not out of the question… It’s very much the tone of a tired older brother that’s gotten in trouble because of their idiot jock little brother… Or been put in a headlock many, many times. ]
Well, don’t have to explain why we don’t get along to you. Different scale, sure, but same principle behind it. Quetzalcoatl always assumes she knows best. Self-righteous, that kinda shit, but that’s why she gets the adulation of being the hero god of the Aztecs. She does the big gestures, then leaves people in the shit.
[ The way it’s phrased could come off as jealous, but there’s no actual hint of it in his tone. His opinion of it is more complex than that. Tezcatlipoca shrugs, then pops the cigarette back into his mouth to dangle lazily as they continue their trek. ]
So, here’s hoping you get your due. ‘Course, if she’s anywhere near as beloved as she has been, you ain’t gonna be popular, I’ll say that.
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Well, it doesn’t matter to him, practically speaking.
He hums out a thoughtful kind of “huh” partway through, then reaches into his pocket to grab his lighter and cigs. Might as well light up another while they’re walking and talking. But it’s after he takes that first drag that Silco gets to Quetzalcoatl’s most recent affront, and he removes the cigarette to make an incredulous noise. ]
No shit? Sheesh, Birdie… [ Not that Tezcatlipoca believes for a second that it wasn’t earned in a way, but. ] Yeah, once you get to removing limbs, that’s pretty serious. Gonna guess it wasn’t exactly an accident with her taking a scuffle too far either.
[ There’s a tired way in which he says it that implies that this is also not out of the question… It’s very much the tone of a tired older brother that’s gotten in trouble because of their idiot jock little brother… Or been put in a headlock many, many times. ]
Well, don’t have to explain why we don’t get along to you. Different scale, sure, but same principle behind it. Quetzalcoatl always assumes she knows best. Self-righteous, that kinda shit, but that’s why she gets the adulation of being the hero god of the Aztecs. She does the big gestures, then leaves people in the shit.
[ The way it’s phrased could come off as jealous, but there’s no actual hint of it in his tone. His opinion of it is more complex than that. Tezcatlipoca shrugs, then pops the cigarette back into his mouth to dangle lazily as they continue their trek. ]
So, here’s hoping you get your due. ‘Course, if she’s anywhere near as beloved as she has been, you ain’t gonna be popular, I’ll say that.