[ Tezcatlipoca laughs with a tone that’s clear agreement. Yeah, he could be. Without knowing what Silco is thinking, there’s some irony in how their thoughts turn to the same thing. People really don’t get the kind of power a god wields. It’s truly unfathomable, because even if Silco has seen pieces of it, that’s still incredibly reduced in the first place, and beyond that, conservative.
If he were here as a Divine Spirit in full, this problem would be trivial, if he chose to wield his power. With an incredibly small effort, he could eliminate the kaiju. It wouldn’t even be by fighting them, and that’s the part that mortals struggle to understand. No, Tezcatlipoca was providence itself, so he could simply pluck the future from where they were already defeated and make it the present. Tezcatlipoca—Tloque Nahuaque—he’s almighty in a way that even other gods bow to.
It makes it all the more of a secret contrast that here he is, leaning against the railing looking out to a neon, yet still dim city. He feels that same thrum of discontent, though it’s much more literal for him. He closes his eyes to soak it in, like he could still reach out with omniscience to feel the place as if it were part of him, but naturally, he can’t.
…He doesn’t exactly miss it, though.
But as Silco starts to explain, Tezcatlipoca opens his eyes to look his way and listen. His expression starts off as a cool smile, but it doesn’t take long for it to turn a little sharper. ]
And that’s why I like you. Quetzalcoatl aside, even. You don’t half ass things.
[ It sounds like a compliment, but it isn’t. What does unsaid is that Silco’s point of view is actually hilarious. The universe doesn’t give a damn. It fears nothing. He’s just a guy with bad luck and a miserable personality. Quetzalcoatl may have wanted to soothe it, but Tezcatlipoca wants it to burn brighter. Silco is who he is, so why try and change it? ]
Well, third time’s the charm, and I wouldn’t say you got nothin’. Maybe less than Kenos, sure, but survivin’ as long as you had isn’t anything to scoff at. Hell, it’s why you have the favor of two gods. Not many people in all of history where we're from can say that.
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If he were here as a Divine Spirit in full, this problem would be trivial, if he chose to wield his power. With an incredibly small effort, he could eliminate the kaiju. It wouldn’t even be by fighting them, and that’s the part that mortals struggle to understand. No, Tezcatlipoca was providence itself, so he could simply pluck the future from where they were already defeated and make it the present. Tezcatlipoca—Tloque Nahuaque—he’s almighty in a way that even other gods bow to.
It makes it all the more of a secret contrast that here he is, leaning against the railing looking out to a neon, yet still dim city. He feels that same thrum of discontent, though it’s much more literal for him. He closes his eyes to soak it in, like he could still reach out with omniscience to feel the place as if it were part of him, but naturally, he can’t.
…He doesn’t exactly miss it, though.
But as Silco starts to explain, Tezcatlipoca opens his eyes to look his way and listen. His expression starts off as a cool smile, but it doesn’t take long for it to turn a little sharper. ]
And that’s why I like you. Quetzalcoatl aside, even. You don’t half ass things.
[ It sounds like a compliment, but it isn’t. What does unsaid is that Silco’s point of view is actually hilarious. The universe doesn’t give a damn. It fears nothing. He’s just a guy with bad luck and a miserable personality. Quetzalcoatl may have wanted to soothe it, but Tezcatlipoca wants it to burn brighter. Silco is who he is, so why try and change it? ]
Well, third time’s the charm, and I wouldn’t say you got nothin’. Maybe less than Kenos, sure, but survivin’ as long as you had isn’t anything to scoff at. Hell, it’s why you have the favor of two gods. Not many people in all of history where we're from can say that.