They were different, on that she agreed, but she didn't want to let that completely end everything. Plenty of people were different. There was relief though that he didn't want her to sell her soul, that he understood enough what that meant. She didn't want to go to Hell at the end of days, but for time with him she would have.
She was glad that he hadn't made her choose though: Huitzilopochtli or Jesus, the two men she'd loved.
Huitzilopochtli spoke of the man to be killed tomorrow and swallowed the tightness in her throat. Could she do that? Could she let a human being die to have what she wanted?
Didn't she give enough to them? She'd provided support and safety and love to them her whole life, what was one life to that? And what was one life that Huitzilopochtli needed for his own life?
She thought about it for a long time, turning the question over in her head. Then she lifted her eyes to him again and said, "yes. Yes, I can stand beside you for this."