[ He laughs a little at the lucha shit, because it sounds like her. Fun, and kinda annoying when they weren't on the same side — though that minute they were was great.

He's just going to take a moment to sit with that, a little wistful feeling he's feeling more inclined to nurture these days, before looking back up at Tezcatlipoca, full attention on him once again. ]

You could probably call me that, yeah. [ Amos picks up on the joking tone, but also gives Tezcatlipoca a straightforward answer (because why would he answer any other way when it's the truth?). ] I wanna be there for my people, you know? Just the way I ended up wired.

[ And he could have ended up wired in substantially worse ways, so him taking on a ferociously protective streak towards the people he considers to be in his tribe is a pretty good outcome. ]

I get it, you being a god and all. I ain't stepping on your toes there. [ Well. Maybe a little. ] But I've been here a long while now, which means I got more experience than you. That's where I'm coming from is all, so I figure that shouldn't be a problem.

[ If Tezcatlipoca isn't so prideful as to concede to an honest desire to help, ]