[ Tezcatlipoca ignores how Silco’s gaze follows his gun. However, he doesn’t ignore the question that goes along with it. There’s a sharper little gleam in Tezcatlipoca’s eyes in return, and Silco might be getting a sense at this point of what that little nuance of the god means. He’s noticed something, and usually, it means he doesn’t speak to it directly. In this case, it seems like he does, eventually, but in truth… Who knows what he’s really thinking? ]

Hmm, good point. Not sure how much it matters, but ain’t bad to select ‘em.

[ He releases Silco from his grip so that he can walk up to the waiting Ocelomeh, who stand at attention how that Tezcatlipoca’s fully focused on them. He walks alongside the line and peers at them like he’s trying to discern some unseen quality, but he speaks to Silco as he goes. ]

You looked confused, though. Good and evil gods not a thing where you’re from either?

[ It’s a rhetorical question, since he knows the answer. He selects one Ocelomeh from the line, and he looks like he could already be on Shimmer with just how large he is. It’s why he’s one of the few to carry the much larger, more powerful guns. The other Ocelomeh cheer for him being chosen, naturally. ]

Pretty big deal for my place. You’ve got good and evil, order and chaos, and that’s the kinda edict that rules over gods. [ He gives a brief glance to Silco with a grin ] And lucky you! You already know one for each. Set’s evil, I’m good.