Though his answer is delayed. The injector does its foul work, and pierces the layer of his eye, Silco struggles, he practically jerks upright, his hands tense and relax, tense and relax. Tezca will get the very distinct impression that it hurts a great deal. His eye waters, drips down, the color of his pupil changes temporarily, that violet-shimmer color for only a moment, before it fades to his usual hue, that violet pit.
He pulls a kerchief out once the pain subsided, and he starts to pad it up. He's breathing hard, a soft 'hah' as he did so, before he turned to look at Tezca with a soft half laugh.
As if nothing had happened, right? ]
I told someone that if it was so easy to take her out, I should have just pushed her into an open manhole.
[ Tezcatlipoca watches the process with interest, naturally. He stays close to Silco as he just watches the pain and the change with intense curiosity that probably feels a bit like a predator watching weak prey… But it’s gone as soon as it appears. It’s an oddity and nothing more, since it’s not like he’s going to criticize Silco about this one. ]
Ha. You and goddesses, man.
[ Tezcatlipoca gives Silco a pat on the shoulder as he moves back again to flop back on the couch next to him. He holds the gun out for Silco to take back, casual as can be. ]
What, would you get jealous if I said she was my buddy now?
[ With the way he says it, it sounds like it’s a rhetorical, joking question more than it's serious, but. It’s Tezcatlipoca. Who actually knows… ]
[ It's always a... vulnerable affair. Letting someone see him apply his medications, or even dispense it. Despite the fact that it's necessary — the thing that keeps his eye functional — it isn't a pleasant treatment, by any stretch of the imagination. If anything, it's more harrowing to see it in person. It's one thing to know someone is injecting medications into his eye.
It's another thing to see it happen. It's not something he's allowed many other people to see. Jinx was it, really, and Tezcatlipoca was now in a Very exclusive club.
He pulled out a kerchief to start padding at the edges of his eye. ]
I would question your taste in buddies, certainly. [ So, yes. ]
I'm not your keeper, am I? I understand that gods can be friends and rivals all in one.
[ …Honestly, he’s a little surprised that Silco does, in fact, get it. He at least doesn’t let it show, though it’s not because he’s concerned about offending him. It’s a private moment where Tezcatlipoca is pleased on a much simpler level. ]
Exactly. You get it.
[ He says it like it’s obvious, as if he had no doubt about Silco at all. Now that administering the medication is done, he leans forward to tap another cigarette out of the case and he gives Silco a look to ask if he wants one. He knows he prefers cigars, but still. He’s offering. ]
After all, nothing that happens here changes what we’ll be up to back home. Once this tour of duty is done, it really is about time I head back to Daybit. We’ve got a fuckin’ world to destroy.
[ He says it warmly, like he’s talking about a party that he’s looking forward to. Regardless of whether Silco takes an offered cigarette or not, he’ll light his and lean back again. Naturally, if Silco does, he’ll light his too. ]
[ It's that he's been paying attention. Watching. Or maybe it's because there's less stress than there was in Kenos, Silco feels less...doggedly like he has to protect and sequester away what few allies he has. He doesn't fear that Tezcatlipoca will defect to the other side, because there is no other side. There's nowhere for him to go to betray him.
He thinks. What could there be? ]
Your Priest? [ He asked, taking the cigarette from him, and he even let him light it. ]
I wonder if we will. Return.
Do you think we'll be shuffled across to yet another place, after this?
I'm tired of it.
[ He says with smoke wafting out of his mouth. He wants to go home too. He knows something will happen.
If he knows, can he anticipate it? Change it? Does he care? ]
One and the same. Wish you could meet him, since it’d be funny as hell. I don’t think either of ya would know what to make of the other.
[ Tezcatlipoca chuckles warmly as he leans back once both of their cigarettes are lit. He really would like to see it, but he can guess that it wouldn’t take too long before they decided that they didn’t like each other. Their core view of the world was just too different, even if it led them to similar conclusions of destruction.
Any further consideration fades away as Silco also turns pensive, and Tezcatlipoca watches him as he speaks. He knows what awaits Silco, after all. He’d experienced it through Jinx’s eyes. But he has no intention of sharing it. For one, he’d made a promise, and two? What good would that even do for Silco? He’s not the kind of guy that would live it up because he knows his end is on the horizon. ]
You and me both. Not for the same reasons, ‘course. All of this is a little more like a vacation for yours truly, but. Made a promise to Daybit that I’ve still gotta deliver on. Got things I want to see to their conclusion.
[ …Izcalli, mostly. It’s the cruelest curiosity he has, and he knows it. He takes a drag of the cigarette, then puffs out smoke that’s darker than it should be as he infuses just a little magic into it. It’s still mostly tobacco, but the undercurrent is copal. ]
Figure you do too. Otherwise, I’d scoop you up with some divine power and let you come party with me. You’d probably hate it, since it ain’t big on creature comforts, but you’d get one hell of a show. [ He laughs ] Plus, your kid would be pissed at me. She loves you. It's cute. Can't get in between that, now can I?
Hm, I suppose at least it has been relatively enjoyable of a vacation, hm?
[ He asks. He doesn't mean it. Kenos had been harrowing. Terrible. In retrospect, Silco hadn't realized... Well. he was a man used to undue levels of stress. He was so used to it, and yet... He cannot lie that kenos had left him feeling... even worse. He hadn't known how bad it was until he was out from under Zenith, how insane it had made him. How the prospect of losing Jinx, how terrible it all had been... How isolated...
Silco was not a man meant to be palatable, but even so.
There is a weight off of his shoulders these days. Is it Jinx? Is it the knowledge that she is okay?
He knows he's going to die. How else would he be gone? ]
I don't think it will need to be you who does so. [ Not enough to know the whole picture. ] Someone will, regardless.
Ah, well. I suppose you'll see me after we leave sooner rather than later.
[ …Huh. Had they talked, he wonders? But he doesn’t ask, since he’ll stick to his word regardless. Besides— ]
Well, yeah, kinda figured. Honestly, you definitely have some good luck overall, because you really have got the “live fast, die young” mindset, but look at you. [ He gives him a pat on the shoulder with a laugh ] Making it to however old you are.
[ Another pat, and he pulls the cigarette away from his lips as he relaxes and looks up at the ceiling. ]
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Though his answer is delayed. The injector does its foul work, and pierces the layer of his eye, Silco struggles, he practically jerks upright, his hands tense and relax, tense and relax. Tezca will get the very distinct impression that it hurts a great deal. His eye waters, drips down, the color of his pupil changes temporarily, that violet-shimmer color for only a moment, before it fades to his usual hue, that violet pit.
He pulls a kerchief out once the pain subsided, and he starts to pad it up. He's breathing hard, a soft 'hah' as he did so, before he turned to look at Tezca with a soft half laugh.
As if nothing had happened, right? ]
I told someone that if it was so easy to take her out, I should have just pushed her into an open manhole.
[ Because.
It's silco. ]
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Ha. You and goddesses, man.
[ Tezcatlipoca gives Silco a pat on the shoulder as he moves back again to flop back on the couch next to him. He holds the gun out for Silco to take back, casual as can be. ]
What, would you get jealous if I said she was my buddy now?
[ With the way he says it, it sounds like it’s a rhetorical, joking question more than it's serious, but. It’s Tezcatlipoca. Who actually knows… ]
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It's another thing to see it happen. It's not something he's allowed many other people to see. Jinx was it, really, and Tezcatlipoca was now in a Very exclusive club.
He pulled out a kerchief to start padding at the edges of his eye. ]
I would question your taste in buddies, certainly. [ So, yes. ]
I'm not your keeper, am I? I understand that gods can be friends and rivals all in one.
[ He's learning! ]
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Exactly. You get it.
[ He says it like it’s obvious, as if he had no doubt about Silco at all. Now that administering the medication is done, he leans forward to tap another cigarette out of the case and he gives Silco a look to ask if he wants one. He knows he prefers cigars, but still. He’s offering. ]
After all, nothing that happens here changes what we’ll be up to back home. Once this tour of duty is done, it really is about time I head back to Daybit. We’ve got a fuckin’ world to destroy.
[ He says it warmly, like he’s talking about a party that he’s looking forward to. Regardless of whether Silco takes an offered cigarette or not, he’ll light his and lean back again. Naturally, if Silco does, he’ll light his too. ]
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He thinks. What could there be? ]
Your Priest? [ He asked, taking the cigarette from him, and he even let him light it. ]
I wonder if we will. Return.
Do you think we'll be shuffled across to yet another place, after this?
I'm tired of it.
[ He says with smoke wafting out of his mouth. He wants to go home too. He knows something will happen.
If he knows, can he anticipate it? Change it? Does he care? ]
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[ Tezcatlipoca chuckles warmly as he leans back once both of their cigarettes are lit. He really would like to see it, but he can guess that it wouldn’t take too long before they decided that they didn’t like each other. Their core view of the world was just too different, even if it led them to similar conclusions of destruction.
Any further consideration fades away as Silco also turns pensive, and Tezcatlipoca watches him as he speaks. He knows what awaits Silco, after all. He’d experienced it through Jinx’s eyes. But he has no intention of sharing it. For one, he’d made a promise, and two? What good would that even do for Silco? He’s not the kind of guy that would live it up because he knows his end is on the horizon. ]
You and me both. Not for the same reasons, ‘course. All of this is a little more like a vacation for yours truly, but. Made a promise to Daybit that I’ve still gotta deliver on. Got things I want to see to their conclusion.
[ …Izcalli, mostly. It’s the cruelest curiosity he has, and he knows it. He takes a drag of the cigarette, then puffs out smoke that’s darker than it should be as he infuses just a little magic into it. It’s still mostly tobacco, but the undercurrent is copal. ]
Figure you do too. Otherwise, I’d scoop you up with some divine power and let you come party with me. You’d probably hate it, since it ain’t big on creature comforts, but you’d get one hell of a show. [ He laughs ] Plus, your kid would be pissed at me. She loves you. It's cute. Can't get in between that, now can I?
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[ He asks. He doesn't mean it. Kenos had been harrowing. Terrible. In retrospect, Silco hadn't realized... Well. he was a man used to undue levels of stress. He was so used to it, and yet... He cannot lie that kenos had left him feeling... even worse. He hadn't known how bad it was until he was out from under Zenith, how insane it had made him. How the prospect of losing Jinx, how terrible it all had been... How isolated...
Silco was not a man meant to be palatable, but even so.
There is a weight off of his shoulders these days. Is it Jinx? Is it the knowledge that she is okay?
He knows he's going to die. How else would he be gone? ]
I don't think it will need to be you who does so. [ Not enough to know the whole picture. ] Someone will, regardless.
Ah, well. I suppose you'll see me after we leave sooner rather than later.
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Well, yeah, kinda figured. Honestly, you definitely have some good luck overall, because you really have got the “live fast, die young” mindset, but look at you. [ He gives him a pat on the shoulder with a laugh ] Making it to however old you are.
[ Another pat, and he pulls the cigarette away from his lips as he relaxes and looks up at the ceiling. ]
You think you’re ready for it?