[ Tezcatlipoca doesn’t quite believe Silco that there aren’t gods in his (former) world, but it’s not like Silco would necessarily know if there were or weren’t. So, his atheism isn’t a bother. Tezcatlipoca might have been more annoyed by it back at the height of his power, but nowadays? Yeah, the kind of people that needed proof for their belief were shit out of luck. ]

Yeah, fair enough. Gods are assholes. Includin’ myself, of course.

[ He grins at the self-deprecation (though it’s more of a brag in this case), but then it turns into a much wider one once the Shimmer courses through his chosen Ocelomeh. He’d seen this work on Set, but it’s much more thrilling to watch it this way. He gives the message to the Ocelomeh, but he’s not sure that it’s completely heard… But, who cares? With his eyes still wild and vicious, he turns to the Ocelomeh as a whole and barks out a single command and gestures in a direction, and with exultant shouts, the Ocelomeh pour fourth in the direction Tezcatlipoca had indicated. The Shimmer-touched one leads the charge.

Tezcatlipoca links his arm into Silco’s again, then starts to drag him along with them at a healthy sprint. ]

Let’s go, bossman! You want the AK, or you wanna borrow my pistol?