[ That gives him a good indication of when Set is from, at least generally speaking. He might not be the same Set that would have existed in his world, but he assumes it for the sake of simplicity. That would firmly put him in the Age of Gods, and long, long ago for gods to still meddle with humanity that much. Hell, he wonders if that would have still been the Fourth Sun of the Aztecs…?
But the rude dismissal gets him to respond by reaching out to ruffle Set’s hair annoyingly. This is the true older brother move. ]
Yeah, that won’t last forever. And when humans do come to rule, they’ll fuck it all up, eventually. That’s why I try and make ‘em strong. It takes a strong will rule, but it takes a stronger one for ‘em to be harsh and even cruel when it’s necessary. If they can’t, well…
[ He withdraws his hand, and there’s a twinge of sadness that Set likely will find familiar. Quetzalcoatl felt a deep, yearning kind of sadness when she talked about the fate of her dearly beloved Azteca, and there’s a kernel of it in Tezcatlipoca’s feelings too. It’s much more muted, however. After all— ]
That’s the “eventually” part of it. Mortal rulers means mortal civilizations.
[ He’s a nihilist compared to Quetzalcoatl’s bright optimism, ultimately. It might have been a lamentable fate, but it was fate nonetheless. All things are destined to die, even things that are more vague like a civilization.
But it’s not something he dwells on at all. It’s already long dead, so whatever mourning he’d do is long past too. ]
As for Rudbeckia, I get it. I got a fondness for people that strive to survive above all else. [ He nods in understanding, and there’s indeed a warmth that implies it without words being needed. These are souls under Tezcatlipoca’s domain. However. ] You can’t spoil her, though. Usin’ you is practically cheating.
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But the rude dismissal gets him to respond by reaching out to ruffle Set’s hair annoyingly. This is the true older brother move. ]
Yeah, that won’t last forever. And when humans do come to rule, they’ll fuck it all up, eventually. That’s why I try and make ‘em strong. It takes a strong will rule, but it takes a stronger one for ‘em to be harsh and even cruel when it’s necessary. If they can’t, well…
[ He withdraws his hand, and there’s a twinge of sadness that Set likely will find familiar. Quetzalcoatl felt a deep, yearning kind of sadness when she talked about the fate of her dearly beloved Azteca, and there’s a kernel of it in Tezcatlipoca’s feelings too. It’s much more muted, however. After all— ]
That’s the “eventually” part of it. Mortal rulers means mortal civilizations.
[ He’s a nihilist compared to Quetzalcoatl’s bright optimism, ultimately. It might have been a lamentable fate, but it was fate nonetheless. All things are destined to die, even things that are more vague like a civilization.
But it’s not something he dwells on at all. It’s already long dead, so whatever mourning he’d do is long past too. ]
As for Rudbeckia, I get it. I got a fondness for people that strive to survive above all else. [ He nods in understanding, and there’s indeed a warmth that implies it without words being needed. These are souls under Tezcatlipoca’s domain. However. ] You can’t spoil her, though. Usin’ you is practically cheating.