[ The soft affection ( not quite meant for a human ) is immediately met with the parting of Set's mind, the ambient atmosphere of his mental space coiling around and around and around Tezcatlipoca's own. Perhaps he is predisposed to be affectionate because this god is like him, perhaps because some part of him — sorry Tezca — is still Quetzalcoatl. Enough of the root of her, that he finds it easy to fall into the other's space and bask in it. To want to connect with him, but for who he is rather than who Set is deeply, infinitely missing. ]

Egypt of my time has no human leaders. Gods rule — my sister is currently God Supreme, who sits the throne of the heavens and of men. I do not see humans as having the capacity to rule themselves, though history I have yet to live indicates they do just that.

[ Ew. He scoffs a little, resolute in his dismissal of mortal ability in the way that only a god like him could be. ]

Her will to survive any outcome of this war, actually. Rudbeckia is anything but passive in that desire, using everything at her disposal to ensure she does. Including me, in my full capacity as a god.