“You did well, Acatl.” A lie. They were only trying to lower his guard.
“You could bring honor to your family.” Another lie. Nothing he did would ever be good enough.
“I’m only looking out for your best interests.” To assume the arrogance of a warrior, instead of serving the gods humbly.
“Our mother loves you, Acatl! How could you do this to her?” This was joining the priesthood, this was devoting himself to Mictlantecuhtli instead of to a house and family of his own. Simple things. Unobjectionable things. Things that should have made his mother proud.
He closed his ears and his heart to his brother’s words and kept walking. If he turned around, he would only start shouting again.
Obsidian & Blood, Acatl
“You did well, Acatl.” A lie. They were only trying to lower his guard.
“You could bring honor to your family.” Another lie. Nothing he did would ever be good enough.
“I’m only looking out for your best interests.” To assume the arrogance of a warrior, instead of serving the gods humbly.
“Our mother loves you, Acatl! How could you do this to her?” This was joining the priesthood, this was devoting himself to Mictlantecuhtli instead of to a house and family of his own. Simple things. Unobjectionable things. Things that should have made his mother proud.
He closed his ears and his heart to his brother’s words and kept walking. If he turned around, he would only start shouting again.