[ The sensation of dipping into memories isn’t so disorienting. Tezcatlipoca has always been an existence that sees out of many eyes. It’s not full omniscience, but it’s damn close. After all. When someone dies and comes to his campfire, it’s a private affair. He has to fragment himself many times over to give that experience, since the flow of souls never stops.
…This is different, though.
He can feel the swell of feeling that being Jinx entails, and they’re all strange and unfamiliar. After all, he’s not human. He has empathy, but his own feelings are something more alien and obscure than the troubles of a mortal life. It’s a grief he’s never felt, even if he’s seen it infinitely in the faces of those who end up at his campfire. In his afterlife.
—It’s the place he figured (hoped?) Silco would end up. He’s not surprised to see his end, as a result. Whether it was intuition or something more divine, Tezcatlipoca had known from the moment they meant that Silco’s end would be something tragic and violent. That’s just who Silco is. It’s what made Tezcatlipoca give him his favor so strongly.
So, there’s a kindness here that feels like a relief. It’s something Tezcatlipoca would never straightforwardly express. As Silco sinks away peacefully and everything builds up to a drowning mix of emotion that’s let out as a scream, he’s actually glad for it. He wasn’t sure if anyone would be left to mourn Silco when he finally went. That’s just who Silco is.
As reality snaps back, Tezcatlipoca’s throat feels the phantom of a lingering pain as if he’d screamed his throat raw, and he lifts a hand towards it with a grimace. His tail swishes back and forth in agitation, since naturally, he’s wearing his armor in an area that’s dangerous. Even so, he has a feeling that the way the Rifts are sharing such private moments are going to be the bigger problem than fighting the kaiju itself. He looks for Jinx, since he figures she must be close by. ]
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…This is different, though.
He can feel the swell of feeling that being Jinx entails, and they’re all strange and unfamiliar. After all, he’s not human. He has empathy, but his own feelings are something more alien and obscure than the troubles of a mortal life. It’s a grief he’s never felt, even if he’s seen it infinitely in the faces of those who end up at his campfire. In his afterlife.
—It’s the place he figured (hoped?) Silco would end up. He’s not surprised to see his end, as a result. Whether it was intuition or something more divine, Tezcatlipoca had known from the moment they meant that Silco’s end would be something tragic and violent. That’s just who Silco is. It’s what made Tezcatlipoca give him his favor so strongly.
So, there’s a kindness here that feels like a relief. It’s something Tezcatlipoca would never straightforwardly express. As Silco sinks away peacefully and everything builds up to a drowning mix of emotion that’s let out as a scream, he’s actually glad for it. He wasn’t sure if anyone would be left to mourn Silco when he finally went. That’s just who Silco is.
As reality snaps back, Tezcatlipoca’s throat feels the phantom of a lingering pain as if he’d screamed his throat raw, and he lifts a hand towards it with a grimace. His tail swishes back and forth in agitation, since naturally, he’s wearing his armor in an area that’s dangerous. Even so, he has a feeling that the way the Rifts are sharing such private moments are going to be the bigger problem than fighting the kaiju itself. He looks for Jinx, since he figures she must be close by. ]