[ As it starts to tip over, the moment held in the air like a held breath, Silco breathed again, as Tezca spoke. About life and sacrifice, the things that he didn't believe in (because how could a Zaunite believe that there was something out there merely allowing that?) but he allowed the god his moment. After all, he was starting to pick up on how... prevalent this was in other worlds, the movement of gods and humans, what is and what was not.

He doesn't understand it, but he can see that it is... something. Tezca is not just a powered individual, but something more. A part of him wants to understand it, or make sense of it. As if he wanted to peel away the reason, the method, the purpose of a being like Tezca being here in Kenos. A part of him — that violent little creature — wants to dismantle that too, but it is slightly tempered now, as if there is a reason to keep it present.

He allowed him his feast with only mild, hidden queasiness. After all, he's eaten worse looking things, although he had never eaten warm raw flesh.

He suspects it would not taste pleasant. ]

She certainly wouldn't have enjoyed this, I think.

[ He says, only after Tezca's enjoyed his meal, and his moment. His lips quirk as if it is a slight joke. ]

Well, I suppose she doesn't have the right to an opinion now, so it does not matter.