[ See, that’s what he likes to hear. Largely because he will be causing problems, almost certainly. Perhaps Silco will regret giving Tezcatlipoca this kind of implicit permission… But probably not. His soft spot for the chaotic types means his (theoretical) business insurance is high. And with two chaotic war gods in his retinue? That (still theoretical) premium is about to go up. ]

Used to be past those days. If these Shards work the way I’ve heard, then fuck it, just off yourself when you feel something starting to go. It’s like a factory reset, right?

[ He laughs merrily, even if he knows that the assumption might not be entirely correct, considering Silco’s lack of hand... Doesn’t mean he won’t give it a try, though. He has flippancy and fatalism in spades, and it’s also a very useful thing to know, though he’s being casual about it and how he’ll learn. If a death gets him whole again, that’s a great boon when using the greatest of his power is dependent on sacrificing his own organs. Without Daybit to patch him up, he needs another method, and this one is crude, sure, but effective.

At this point, they’re approaching Draumahol, and the signage immediately catches Tezcatlipoca’s attention just for the simple fact that it stands out. But seeing the eye… ]

That’s gotta be your place, right?

[ He’s pretty sure it is, but. If it’s not, it’s a good joke, c’mon. ]