Today's word is "admit". Mextli saves Fiona from a very hungry Xipe Totec.

“I asked you what you’re doing, Uncle,” Mextli asked again. “Eating, of course,” Xipe Totec growled, his gaze unnervingly intense. “As we all need to.” Mextli scrunched his face in disgust. “Really, Uncle? Children? Their skins don’t even fit you properly.” “Have I ever said a word about your appetites?” Xipe Totec snapped, his lips peeled back from his teeth in a snarl. “You’re obviously fully back into your powers. How many men did you kill so you could regain that? How many hearts did you eat?” “Too many,” Mextli admitted, but retained the flint in his voice when he added, “And it did me no good. In the end, all it took was one, given without reservations, just faith that I could be a better god than anyone ever thought I could be.” Xipe Totec appraised him with lidless eyes. “The boy,” he murmured. “What would you know about it?” “Coyolxauhqui told me what she did to him, and how you reacted. Why would you at all care about some insignificant human boy?” Mextli pressed the revolver harder against Xipe Totec’s forehead. “Pedro wasn’t insignificant. He was my brother, my family. The only true family I’ve ever had the privilege to have.” “And she slaughtered him,” Xipe Totec finished, his voice sympathetic. “And now you’re alone again.” “I’m far from alone. He is here with me.” Mextli laid his free hand upon his chest, covering the heart thudding quickly in there. Xipe Totec tilted his head, like a dog hearing an interesting sound. “Is that…do you have a heart now?” Mextli nodded. “And if I can get one, any of us can, Uncle.”