[ Quetzalcoatl breathes out a little laugh at Silco’s accusatory tone, but she supposes that’s exactly what should have been expected. He thinks the worst of her, certainly, but she also expects that he thinks the worst of most people. So, she shakes her head slightly. ]
Not at all. The sun rises, but it sets too. People live, but they also die. Everything in the world is cycles like that, and even a god can’t interfere with a law like that. If it were time for worlds to die, then I would be a Zenite. I’ve ended countless lived myself to bring in new worlds, so… I know best the kind of thing you want to do, yes?
[ There’s no hint of a lie in her words in tone or through Communion. To her, it’s as simple a fact as the sky being blue. Though after giving that perhaps surprising explanation, she does elaborate a bit more on his accusation. ]
Mi familia and I, we’ve made five worlds together, just as Zenith wants to do. And four of them have ended, just as the fifth will, one day. But, the fifth world is special to me, señor Silco. It’s not a perfect world, not at all, because not even a world shaped by divine hands can be. But it’s the first world where my brother and I stopped fighting and instead worked together to make it. [ ha ha :) if only she knew ] It’s the world where I descended to Mictlan, our underworld, to risk myself to retrieve the bones of the people of the fourth Sun. I bled myself upon the bones until I “died”, and that is how mankind was born.
[ She draws her knees up to her chest and nestles her chin between her knees, but she’s still looking at Silco with a smile. ]
So, no. It’s not old news, and it’s not settling. It’s a world that I love, and it’s not yet its end. That’s why I’ll do anything for it. I love it.
[ She tilts her head slightly, but it might just be settling her head more comfortably. ]
Ey, would you like to hear it, maybe? I can tell you the story that the Azteca told of the Five Suns and how we created the world.
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[ Quetzalcoatl breathes out a little laugh at Silco’s accusatory tone, but she supposes that’s exactly what should have been expected. He thinks the worst of her, certainly, but she also expects that he thinks the worst of most people. So, she shakes her head slightly. ]
Not at all. The sun rises, but it sets too. People live, but they also die. Everything in the world is cycles like that, and even a god can’t interfere with a law like that. If it were time for worlds to die, then I would be a Zenite. I’ve ended countless lived myself to bring in new worlds, so… I know best the kind of thing you want to do, yes?
[ There’s no hint of a lie in her words in tone or through Communion. To her, it’s as simple a fact as the sky being blue. Though after giving that perhaps surprising explanation, she does elaborate a bit more on his accusation. ]
Mi familia and I, we’ve made five worlds together, just as Zenith wants to do. And four of them have ended, just as the fifth will, one day. But, the fifth world is special to me, señor Silco. It’s not a perfect world, not at all, because not even a world shaped by divine hands can be. But it’s the first world where my brother and I stopped fighting and instead worked together to make it. [ ha ha :) if only she knew ] It’s the world where I descended to Mictlan, our underworld, to risk myself to retrieve the bones of the people of the fourth Sun. I bled myself upon the bones until I “died”, and that is how mankind was born.
[ She draws her knees up to her chest and nestles her chin between her knees, but she’s still looking at Silco with a smile. ]
So, no. It’s not old news, and it’s not settling. It’s a world that I love, and it’s not yet its end. That’s why I’ll do anything for it. I love it.
[ She tilts her head slightly, but it might just be settling her head more comfortably. ]
Ey, would you like to hear it, maybe? I can tell you the story that the Azteca told of the Five Suns and how we created the world.