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[ A God of Death? Really? If it's the Kaiju putting thoughts into their heads, then Silco thinks that they should aim a little lower if they want people to believe them. That's just ludicrous. ]
Close enough, I suppose.
Well, I'm surprised you keep me around, regardless, if I'm so miserable. I can't imagine anyone wanting to be around me, if I'm as miserable as you say.
[ A soft sigh, he shakes his head, reaching out for his flask. ]
People like that tend to burn up everything in their paths.
[ The “duh” in his tone is clear, and at least it softens that stern, unsettling look. It’s as quick as if it hadn’t happened at all, since he’s right back to his casual, obstinate self. ]
I could go into the metaphors about burning and how it’s good for things in the long run, all that shit, but it’s weird to even explain it. Like, you’re my acolyte because you get that. More or less.
[ He takes one more swig just to be petty, but then hands the flask back to Silco. ]
And you’re right. Most people don’t want to be around you. That’s why this is so weird. You’re so normal, and it sucks.
[ His arms crossed, he looks at him with a look that is thoroughly unimpressed. ]
Miserable and unliked, is it?
[ And probably what makes this worse is what he says next, his tone biting as he says it: ]
That sounds terribly lonely. [ Can he even imagine it? A life so unliked... would he have Powder or Vergilius, or any of the teenagers that seem to flock to him? What would he even do with his life? ]
Yeah, heaven is forbidding, asshole. Or at least complaining about it…
[ Because he’s heaven! Duh! But as he clicks his tongue in irritation, he leans back to settle into his bed again. A little bit of liquor feels good in his stomach, since no one has let him smoke. He’ll have to take his vices where he can get them. ]
…But, yeah. That’s about right.
[ Silco is lonely. That’s obvious to him, even if Silco would deny it. Or rather, he probably would say something like how he doesn’t need people. Loneliness doesn’t apply to him as a result. Et cetera. So, Tezcatlipoca sighs. ]
Getting him—you—to even admit that he likes someone is like pullin’ teeth. Plenty of that loneliness is self-inflicted.
[ He makes a face. It looks... somewhere between annoyed and dismayed. For a Silco whose loss never came from those close to him, for a Silco who had never had to question whether the people sitting next to him could lash out and kill him, its hard to fathom.
Why, he wonders? ]
Why would I... he do that? [ A twitch of his lips, and he spreads his hands. How very Silco of him. The mannerisms are still there, just... softer. ]
Since you seem to already know him well enough to make other calls about this supposed "version" of me.
[ Tezcatlipoca can’t help but chuckle, since that grimace is so very Silco, but it’s almost like seeing his mannerisms on a stranger. He knows this man, but he doesn’t. It’s just as unsettling for Silco as it was for Daybit, but at least he’s gotten the shooting out of his system. ]
Sure do. I’m practically his therapist!
[ He says it lightly, like he’s joking, but that’s mostly just so if Silco does remember all of this? He doesn’t dwell on that comment. He can take it as a joke rather than the truth. ]
…Same reason as anyone though, yeah? Not that hard to guess. [ He shrugs ] He got hurt, so that’s his way to protect himself.
[ Even this kinder, softer version of Silco finds that hard to believe. ]
Hardly effective then, aren't you? If he's as miserable as you say.
[ Isn't therapy supposed to... work?
Then again, this version of Silco isn't aware that the man has made progress. Miracle of miracles. Tezca deserves a raise is what he deserves. ]
How did it happen? Getting hurt? [ Why is he even asking? He doesn't believe him, but maybe there's something to this delusion that Tezcatlipoca is living. Maybe there's a kernel of truth to examine here. Pull it out, and look at it.
Or maybe he's just a fool. Who knew? ]
I mean, I got hurt too. [ he tapped his eye. ] And I'm not... quite such a mess.
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Close enough, I suppose.
Well, I'm surprised you keep me around, regardless, if I'm so miserable. I can't imagine anyone wanting to be around me, if I'm as miserable as you say.
[ A soft sigh, he shakes his head, reaching out for his flask. ]
People like that tend to burn up everything in their paths.
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[ The “duh” in his tone is clear, and at least it softens that stern, unsettling look. It’s as quick as if it hadn’t happened at all, since he’s right back to his casual, obstinate self. ]
I could go into the metaphors about burning and how it’s good for things in the long run, all that shit, but it’s weird to even explain it. Like, you’re my acolyte because you get that. More or less.
[ He takes one more swig just to be petty, but then hands the flask back to Silco. ]
And you’re right. Most people don’t want to be around you. That’s why this is so weird. You’re so normal, and it sucks.
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[ His arms crossed, he looks at him with a look that is thoroughly unimpressed. ]
Miserable and unliked, is it?
[ And probably what makes this worse is what he says next, his tone biting as he says it: ]
That sounds terribly lonely. [ Can he even imagine it? A life so unliked... would he have Powder or Vergilius, or any of the teenagers that seem to flock to him? What would he even do with his life? ]
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[ Because he’s heaven! Duh! But as he clicks his tongue in irritation, he leans back to settle into his bed again. A little bit of liquor feels good in his stomach, since no one has let him smoke. He’ll have to take his vices where he can get them. ]
…But, yeah. That’s about right.
[ Silco is lonely. That’s obvious to him, even if Silco would deny it. Or rather, he probably would say something like how he doesn’t need people. Loneliness doesn’t apply to him as a result. Et cetera. So, Tezcatlipoca sighs. ]
Getting him—you—to even admit that he likes someone is like pullin’ teeth. Plenty of that loneliness is self-inflicted.
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Why, he wonders? ]
Why would I... he do that? [ A twitch of his lips, and he spreads his hands. How very Silco of him. The mannerisms are still there, just... softer. ]
Since you seem to already know him well enough to make other calls about this supposed "version" of me.
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Sure do. I’m practically his therapist!
[ He says it lightly, like he’s joking, but that’s mostly just so if Silco does remember all of this? He doesn’t dwell on that comment. He can take it as a joke rather than the truth. ]
…Same reason as anyone though, yeah? Not that hard to guess. [ He shrugs ] He got hurt, so that’s his way to protect himself.
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[ Even this kinder, softer version of Silco finds that hard to believe. ]
Hardly effective then, aren't you? If he's as miserable as you say.
[ Isn't therapy supposed to... work?
Then again, this version of Silco isn't aware that the man has made progress. Miracle of miracles. Tezca deserves a raise is what he deserves. ]
How did it happen? Getting hurt? [ Why is he even asking? He doesn't believe him, but maybe there's something to this delusion that Tezcatlipoca is living. Maybe there's a kernel of truth to examine here. Pull it out, and look at it.
Or maybe he's just a fool. Who knew? ]
I mean, I got hurt too. [ he tapped his eye. ] And I'm not... quite such a mess.