[ His immediate instinct is to point out that, sure, it’s one thing to have doubts in his undercity, but in Kenos? Where he’d had the physical manifestations of them…? He’s not a god that shies away from criticism, but he holds it back for now. It’s not the point he wants to make. ]

Yeah. [ It’s casual, but it still seems sympathetic, but it’s a tone that’s easily missed as it smooths out while he continues. ] That’s the way civilizations go. I get plenty of people that show up to my campfire that are shocked that shit’s real. Hell, half the time that’s the shit they need to work through more than anything else.

[ He’s sure that Silco would have been one of them, at least until he’d learned just how real they are in such a horrific way. Tezcatlipoca shrugs as he takes another quick puff, but returning to those physical things over the intangible is a bit more his preference too. ]

But you do, huh? [ He at least keeps his surprise to himself on this one… ] Fill me in? Chatted with the guy a few times, but only when I was coming to visit you at the club. Strictly professional, minus gossip and rumors that drifted my way.