[ Tezcatlipoca listens too, and Matt’s quiet confession comes with a piece of understanding for the god as well. He might not be right, but with how he inherently viewed the world, everything had a purpose. At least for his role in it. He’d been beckoned here, and most of it was perfectly obvious. This was a conflict, and here was here to help sow its seeds and make sure it was a battle truly worth fighting. He would be war and chaos with Set as his equal and opposed, because if there’s a battle for such a large fate, then it must be one given all its due.

…However, its fighters weren’t all the typical warriors. They existed, sure, but for the most part, he’d been talking to people like Matt. Perfectly ordinary people, at least compared to the hardened warriors that he naturally favored. This kind of lonely answer gives him an idea, though. There may be some souls that would have been destined to journey to Tlahuiztlampa, the resting place of warriors, but the rest… Maybe at the end of their journey, they’re destined to end up in his paradise. Mictlampa is the land of rest, the place where those who may have struggled in other ways would finally find their peace. He has his own thoughts about those souls, and, well… ]

…What a pain in the ass.

[ It’s either a non sequitur or a very rude dismissal to the vulnerable moment, but just from Tezcatlipoca’s expression as he shifts, it doesn’t seem to be the latter. He keeps his thoughts to himself as he kicks off that other boot ungracefully and sits up. His head swims with the movement and he breathes out a woah, but he puts a hand on Matt’s shoulder. It’s clearly meant to be a reassuring touch. ]

Didn’t mean to put you on the spot. [ It’s as close to an apology as he’ll get. ] Just- feels selfish of me to pick anyone. Which, fuck, I know I’m fucked up, sayin’ all this shit.

[ He withdraws his hand to just let it sit next to him. ]

Dunno if it means anything from me. But you don’t have to know.