[ Quetzalcoatl nods gently as she listens. Even though Silco doesn’t say much, it does add more of the pieces to his story that she’s putting together. The sheer hatred in the word brothers before says so much about whatever happened between the two. Quetzalcoatl doesn’t even need the details of it. It’s not that they don’t matter, but the most important takeaway for her is that it had deeply affected him. She has a feeling that the emotional wound is much more important to him than the physical one, though he might not admit it. ]

I’m sorry, then. [ Her voice is soft and gentle, and Communion fills with the sympathy that he must despise. It’s not like she can help it, though. ] That must have been painful. A betrayal, yes?

[ Whether she means the injury or the emotions is something she intentionally leaves vague, since it might as well be both. In fact, it might still be both, though she’s still unaware of how the physical injury still lingers too. ]

I didn’t mean to imply that you need to do what Tezcatlipoca and I did. Tezcatlipoca and I— Well, es complicado, but we’re destined to never get along because he’s the night and he’s conflict itself. Creating the Fifth Sun together was just because we couldn’t defeat Tlaltecuhtli on our own.

[ There’s parts of the story that she doesn’t bring up because she doesn’t think Silco would fully understand. They’re not human, after all. She and Tezcatlipoca had a duty to the world that few humans can understand fully. ]

So, I would never say it was the same as you two, you know?