[ It's an awful lot of information that he has to try and process at once. The others have already been through this once? And they're trapped again? So beating this thing might not even mean anything? And Amos --

'the mute guy?'

Gen stiffens visibly at that, eyes widening and face paling a shade. So it's probably for the best that what Amos says next snaps him back to attention with a kneejerk burst of sheer, indignant rage. Boots thump across the unevent ground as he lunges forth and, without any further warning, slugs Amos across the face, knuckles making solid impact with his cheekbone. ]

Shut the fuck up. [ Followed by a hard grab into Amos' shirtfront, yanking him close to snarl right into his face: ] We're not killing you again. Say that stupid shit again and I'll break your jaw.

[ He means it, too. It's just too bad his harsh word choice is somewhat undermined by the bead of cold sweat at his brow, and the slight tremor in his hand before he lets go and shoves Amos back. There's a more anxious edge to his movements as he stalks about the perimeter of the room, dragging his hand over the roots and kicking at what looks like an opening, trying to find some weak spot. ]

... what were the other options? A body or ... what, a memory?

[ The only two really viable options. ]