[ Tezcatlipoca breathes out a short little laugh, and it’s easy to take it as a muted agreement. It fits with how he’s presented himself thus far, and in some part, he agrees with Silco’s assessment. However, Tezcatlipoca is wise and shrewd. The words that Silco chooses are very telling, and they don’t speak well of who Silco is. He’s just also maybe a little bit wiser than Quetzalcoatl in that he knows better to say anything to Silco about it. Or rather, has no compulsion to.

He could ask more about it, but he gets the general point of Zenith pretty well. He has some ideas about the kind of people it naturally attracts just based on Silco. So, rather than that, he focuses on the lighter side of the conversation.

…Well, “lighter” by comparison, at least. ]

Wait, no shit? [ Tezcatlipoca clicks his tongue in disappointment. ] Just my fuckin’ luck, I guess. I was hoping to pick up the arms dealer gig again…

[ There’s a slightly petulant note to his voice, and tbh it’s probably reminiscent of Set, I can’t lie. They’re the same in this kind of stupid arena. ]

I mean, up close and personal, I get what you mean. That’s how I fight when I need to, but modern weaponry like guns, they’ve got a crude charm.