[ He tries, as soon as it sinks in, to twist it, but it's too wide and thick to make any movement, and the distraction only serves to leave Silco's mind hyperfocused on the act, trying to twist it, too much force, the split second is all that it takes β Tezca would need hardly more than that β before...
Searing, sharp pain.
It's like he's in two places at once. He remembers this pain. He remembers it from before. The white-hot fury, the solid thump of it hitting the ground. He'd been so angry then he couldn't see straight. He remembers, what was it... what...
Quetzalcoatl. She'd done this to him, too. He'd been angry, mad, incandescent, furious and unthinking. She'd had something of hers in hand. He remembered that he couldn't let her go with it, he couldn't explain to her what it meant, either. Just that it was important just that β
Tezcatlipoca's blade had taken off his hand, just like that.
A sharp burst of sound, a stumble backward, he lets go of his blade, and starts moving. ]
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Searing, sharp pain.
It's like he's in two places at once. He remembers this pain. He remembers it from before. The white-hot fury, the solid thump of it hitting the ground. He'd been so angry then he couldn't see straight. He remembers, what was it... what...
Quetzalcoatl. She'd done this to him, too. He'd been angry, mad, incandescent, furious and unthinking. She'd had something of hers in hand. He remembered that he couldn't let her go with it, he couldn't explain to her what it meant, either. Just that it was important just that β
Tezcatlipoca's blade had taken off his hand, just like that.
A sharp burst of sound, a stumble backward, he lets go of his blade, and starts moving. ]
You β Hah β
[ It's the same hand. ]
Just like your sibling.