[ Someone else that had it rough, then. Tezcatlipoca nods, and though he doesn’t quite feel sympathy (a hard upbringing is something he’ll never understand personally), he understands it. He feels more attachment to those kinds of people, after all. They’re the ones that struggle through life, and he’s practically their patron deity. He doesn’t let any of those thoughts slip through, though, save for that little inkling of warm understanding. ]

Ha, nowadays, things you smoke are pretty smooth. Time gets funky for me, so I’ll just make it simple and say a long time ago, but shit back then was way worse.

[ Limited options, mostly. He really didn’t partake so much back in the height of times when he was more likely to walk the Earth. ]

Just watch out if you ever go down to Kowloon. There’s stuff down there that’s definitely not made for— [ He starts, but catches himself with a shrug ] Well, was gonna say humans, but you might not be? So I’ll just split the difference and say “people that look way different from you and me”.