Well, the weaponry isn’t an offering, actually. That was my gift to them. They have a real hard time killing Deinos, so this is the kinda weapons I was talkin’ about makin’.

[ Since Silco is satisfied with the perusal, Tezcatlipoca goes through the process of cocking and setting it with fluid, practiced movement. ]

They’re the most devoted followers I’ve got. They don’t fear anything, so they’re happy to fight and die just because I tell ‘em to. It’s an honor.

[ And to demonstrate, Tezcatlipoca speaks again, and with a hoot, an Ocelmoeh turns their gun on the one that had given Tezcatlipoca the gun and pulls the trigger. They’re shredded by the bullets and collapse to bleed out, and the other Ocelomeh don’t react with horror—they cheer. ]

They understand that all they have is thanks to me. So their lives belong to me.