“I want vengeance,” Acamapichtli says. Even though he’s not quite looking at Acatl, his voice is like stone, and Acatl hears the unspoken vows behind it. Acamapichtli will avenge his clergy, and Acatl will be either at his side or in his way.

There was a time when he would have at least recommended caution. That was before Tizoc turned his attention to his beloved sister. The walking corpse they so foolishly placed on the throne hasn’t made his move yet, and Mihmatini herself is confident that she can handle it, but Acatl knows that the moment for caution is long gone. (Teomitl may have nobility and an army, but he has his own ideas. Knives are involved.) And so he nods and stands aside, motioning for Acamapichtli to enter the inner confines of his temple. They can speak privately there.

If Tlaloc and Mictlantecuhtli disapprove of Their High Priests planning regicide, They do not make Their opinions known.