[ Tezcatlipoca takes the flask back, and maybe surprisingly, he puts the cap back on and tucks it away. It’s just practical, though. Good as it would be to drink and talk about death and the past like two old men, he’s saving that for their whole journey. And, besides. He does technically know that drinking isn’t the best idea for either of them at the moment with the blood-loss. He can almost hear Kaladin’s exasperated voice in his ear for even having a drink at all. ]

Nah, wouldn’t go that far. You’re just lucky to have avoided it so far, believe it or not.

[ He’s inclined to believe “not”, but he doesn’t elaborate further. He just sees how Silco actually turns thoughtful, and he waits to see whether he’ll let it pass or express it. When he does… Hm. ]

You’ve known that for a long time, huh?

[ He repeats that, but there’s no doubt in his tone. It’s also not dripping in the sort of saccharine empathy that Silco had rejected from Quetzalcoatl. As it is always is with Tezcatlipoca, it’s a cool, quiet thing. The question is surely an unexpected one, but it’s not pushy. It’s clear that Silco could refuse to answer it if he wanted to. ]

Tell me about the first one, then. Who was the first one you loved that got away?