[ Vasquez doesn't expect Faraday to be especially well-versed in Mexican history, and he doesn't need to be; Vasquez just wants to ensure Faraday has some point of reference. ]

I lived a little before that, in a small village. I had not much family, but everyone looked out for each other, worked together. It was that way for a lot of the land, before it was taken by the aztectl. Before the Spanish, they were their own empire, taking and destroying everything they wanted.

People, also.

[ He sounds— detached from his explanation. It feels like another life, like it happened to someone else, and in many ways, it did. Vasquez doesn't think there is much of Coyotl left in himself, but it doesn't bother him terribly. ]

They took my village, raped and killed and captured as they liked. Those who lived, they took back to their city as sacrifices for their gods.

At the top of the tall temples, they offered us.

[ Vasquez shrugs, watching the fire now, instead of Faraday. ]

I remember nothing but walking on these bloody stones after others had gone before me – and then I woke again as this.

[ He gestures down at himself with a wave of his hand. ]