[ Tezcatlipoca’s hard gaze at least relaxes once Silco takes the flask. That’s the understanding that the two of them have. It’s the sort of god he is, even if he hadn’t been the one to take up the true title of a god of wisdom. Yet, even so, he’s still Tehimatini—”the one who understands the people”. ]
Yeah. I know. That’s how that process works. It takes a possibility in your heart and makes it something real. That’s who you would have been if things had continued along back in Kenos. If you’d become who Yima wanted.
[ He sighs, since technically, it’s not like he knows that with any certainty. It’s not like he had his true prescience even there to be able to unfold the possibilities of the future. He’d still caught a glimpse, though. It wasn’t specifically Silco’s future, just the world itself, and in that, were those chosen few even themselves anymore?
That was a possibility he couldn’t share there. It’s a possibility that he didn’t share here, because it didn’t matter. So, yeah, of course it would end up coming up anyways. He takes a drag of his cigarette for a pause. ]
—I meant what I said, though. You didn’t escape death’s notice. Don’t like to put it this way, since you mortals get all weird and touchy about it for some reason. [ He’s joking—He knows exactly why. ] “Death” is always with you. I’m here to stay, whether you like it or not.
[ Whether he means that literally or more figuratively is hard to tell, but that’s Tezcatlipoca for you. It’s not meant to be straightforward. It’s a serious sentiment either way, so it’s also short-lived as he smiles again, just a little toothy and cocky. He motions for him to give the flask back. ]
So, sure. Offer me up as many hearts as you like. I’ll take ‘em, you know me.
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Yeah. I know. That’s how that process works. It takes a possibility in your heart and makes it something real. That’s who you would have been if things had continued along back in Kenos. If you’d become who Yima wanted.
[ He sighs, since technically, it’s not like he knows that with any certainty. It’s not like he had his true prescience even there to be able to unfold the possibilities of the future. He’d still caught a glimpse, though. It wasn’t specifically Silco’s future, just the world itself, and in that, were those chosen few even themselves anymore?
That was a possibility he couldn’t share there. It’s a possibility that he didn’t share here, because it didn’t matter. So, yeah, of course it would end up coming up anyways. He takes a drag of his cigarette for a pause. ]
—I meant what I said, though. You didn’t escape death’s notice. Don’t like to put it this way, since you mortals get all weird and touchy about it for some reason. [ He’s joking—He knows exactly why. ] “Death” is always with you. I’m here to stay, whether you like it or not.
[ Whether he means that literally or more figuratively is hard to tell, but that’s Tezcatlipoca for you. It’s not meant to be straightforward. It’s a serious sentiment either way, so it’s also short-lived as he smiles again, just a little toothy and cocky. He motions for him to give the flask back. ]
So, sure. Offer me up as many hearts as you like. I’ll take ‘em, you know me.