[ At least as the topic shifts away from the specifics of how the Azteca fell, it’s enough for Quetzalcoatl’s smile to warm back up again. It’s clearly something that she’s deeply sad about, but it’s also an old pain at this point. She’d raged and mourned centuries ago, but she had come to love the culture that had been born after. She’d never forgive the Spanish or Cortez for what they did, but she did love México and its people. ]

Mm, I bet it’s probably harder for Set. For me it’s… [ She trails off as she considers explaining that she’s not really a god at the moment, she’s a Servant and that’s different, but with a little laugh, she waves her hand dismissively. She’s tried, but the explanation just seems to confuse people more, so she stays vague. ] Well, it’s like you said. It’s not unfamiliar.

[ She stops fidgeting with her bracelet at this point, though she sits back to lean against Set’s cocoon more with a sigh. ]

It’s why I don’t blame Zenith as much as I thought I might when I got here, though. After talking to some of them… I can see why they’d want to abandon their worlds, yes. It’s not something everyone can do, fighting for a place that you know is full of bad things. It’s why I’ll just fight harder on their behalf, I decided.