[ And see, this makes all the difference. Well, beyond Quetzalcoatl's deeply caring nature, Silco recoiled naturally at things like 'pity', because they felt... demeaning. Like he was being looked down upon, and Silco had always fought against that, because he was an uneducated street kid who'd grown beyond his expected means through sheer determination and self-motivation. Nobody could take that away from him, though pitying him certainly made him feel lesser in the moment. Like he was pathetic, like those Pilties who he used to hear as a kid say things like "those poor sump rats," or "they should just work harder to make it to the academy".

It's truly no surprise, that Tezca's manner of keeping things to himself, or even not trying all that hard, leaving him to his choices — Silco felt strongly about being helped when he hasn't asked for it after all — it made Tezca far more pleasant a conversational partner.

Or maybe, he's just drawn to chaotic war gods.

It could also be that. ]

Ah. [ His eyes flicker with recognition as he tapped at his lip, and the new word he has learned. ]

Of course it is. Every time she opens her mouth, it seems as if others become fools. [ No, Silco, that's just because she's nice. ]

I intend to use everything at my disposal to see it ripped from her. Hopefully, you'll be near to watch.