[ The annoying thing about gods is that they’re shrewd. It presents itself in different ways, since Quetzlacoatl’s was certainly different from Tezcatlipoca’s, but it’s trouble all the same. He picks up the hidden grievance in her words, and he laughs at it. ]

Yeah, this ain’t just about me, is it?

[ Her blizzard keeps him at bay enough, since it’s truly not his natural habitat. There are few places in his lands that would even be touched by snow at all, much less a blizzard. But still, the smoke slips closer like a big cat stalking through the brush. ]

I get it, though. You got a warrior’s spirit. So all the playin’ nice has to really rub ya the wrong way. You want to cut off your enemies’ heads and leave ‘em to rot. Things were easier back home, right?

[ He cuts right to it, but it’s not any special knowledge. He just truly looks after warriors. He knows how they think. How frustrating Kenos would be to them. Izcalli would definitely be driving himself mad already, for example. He can only imagine how stifling it must be for someone that’s been here a while, he’s guessing. ]

Careful who you get preachy at, warrior. My mind doesn’t work like yours. If you think I ain’t devoted, then you can go ahead and forfeit your heart now.