[ Quetzalcoatl listens. Or more accurately, she experiences. She lets herself sink into that deep, sad mire of Silco’s experiences.

It may not be her world. It may not be a place that her divinity or any like it had ever touched. But for a god of life who had fought so hard to even make people, she can only find his declaration to be deeply sad. It’s impossible to make a world where everyone is happy of course, but… ]

I wish you had been given that grace, though.

[ It’s a sentiment that’s simple, but her earnest desire is clear. It’s hard to mistake that she does truly wish for Silco’s happiness. But of course, his delusions about her especially are strong. ]

Your world… it wasn’t kind to you, and I wish it had been. At least a little, you know? It’s… Well, when you say “a happy life isn’t possible”, I want to give you whatever happiness I can. You may not be one of my precious Azteca, but I want everyone to have some happiness. I hope you know I mean that.

[ And in her room, she flops onto the bed and holds the Shard to her chest still. It’s protective, even if no one is there to threaten it. ]

I don’t think your fight will make you happy, Silco.