[ Quetzalcoatl listens seriously, since even if his attitude (and actions?) were far from warm and friendly, she’s still deeply empathetic. She’s not a perfect, all-forgiving god—that’s not the sort of god the Azteca worshipped—but she’s the sort of person who watches and listens more than it might seem from her boisterous personality.
And honestly, she does understand his bitterness, both as a deity and personally.
As a god, she had watched many of her people fall to this kind of resentment. After Tenochtitlan fell, how many of her people would have been fine seeing the world end if it took the Spanish and the other traitor tribes with them? And for herself, well… How many worlds did end before she and Tezcatlipoca come to something close to a truce? She’d always care about the new worlds, of course, but she can understand why a human wouldn’t.
He probably expects his words to be biting and to bother her, but hearing this, she just puts her hands on her hips as she nods. ]
Mm, I understand. I won’t convince you, right?
[ He at least seems to have impressed upon that point well enough, but— ]
That’s okay, señor. It sounds like you loved your city and your people, even if it was a difficult place too. So… I am sorry, then. It’s sad to lose a place you loved. I understand that better than you might think! Even wanting to tear everything else apart because of it.
[ With many people, this is where she would approach and reach out to touch them, physical as she is… But she (wisely) gets the sense that this isn’t something he would appreciate. So, she just makes a soft noise as she pulls back that impulse. ]
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And honestly, she does understand his bitterness, both as a deity and personally.
As a god, she had watched many of her people fall to this kind of resentment. After Tenochtitlan fell, how many of her people would have been fine seeing the world end if it took the Spanish and the other traitor tribes with them? And for herself, well… How many worlds did end before she and Tezcatlipoca come to something close to a truce? She’d always care about the new worlds, of course, but she can understand why a human wouldn’t.
He probably expects his words to be biting and to bother her, but hearing this, she just puts her hands on her hips as she nods. ]
Mm, I understand. I won’t convince you, right?
[ He at least seems to have impressed upon that point well enough, but— ]
That’s okay, señor. It sounds like you loved your city and your people, even if it was a difficult place too. So… I am sorry, then. It’s sad to lose a place you loved. I understand that better than you might think! Even wanting to tear everything else apart because of it.
[ With many people, this is where she would approach and reach out to touch them, physical as she is… But she (wisely) gets the sense that this isn’t something he would appreciate. So, she just makes a soft noise as she pulls back that impulse. ]
What was your city’s name?