"I wouldn't expect him to. I've never really got along with the rest of you, have I?" Again, his smile was tinged with sadness. "Not after we created the world."
Things had... changed, after that. And sure, Tezcatlipoca liked change, but somewhere along the way, he and Quetzalcoatl had started butting heads, their vastly different natures too disparate to really exist together without conflict.
"I hope, for your sake if not his, that he's keeping reasonably well?"