Sure.

[ His answer is as simple as that, and there's a silence that lingers after that might make it feel like that's all he has to say on the matter. They're left in the quiet tomb, where most of the sound is the wind current brushing through or maybe the distant sound of another Outsider. His steps are unnaturally quiet, especially in the sand.

But just when she might feel like speaking up, he does elaborate. ]

Spent most of my time as the first Sun trying to push against the fact that it was gonna end. Might not have been a perfect world, and I might not have been a brilliant sun, but it was still mine and the people were doing fine. S'why I still can't forgive Quetzalcoatl for striking me out of the sky and dooming 'em all.

[ He sighs and rubs the back of his head as he shrugs. ]

—But that's the point. The first Sun was just the lesson on separating myself from what I see. I'm the god of conflict that can't favor anything too much. Got a responsibility from teotl—the World—after all.

[ Tezcatlipoca glances back at her, but his expression is essentially unchanged. It's still serious and intimidating, since that's the affect he takes on in his armor, but. It's probably still surprising how he seems to live up to that principle. Even when it comes to himself, he's neutral. ]

So, ain't the same. For plenty of reasons. But it's why I kinda get why your deal sucks.