[ And just like that, he's back to square one — not knowing what Dextera's problem is, just that he has one.
Amos doesn't particularly care what they do, so long as they actually do it. He clears his throat in an aborted sort of cough, as his breaths start to get shorter and shallower. But at least they all seem to be in agreement, which is the second-to-last step. The last one is... ]
Sure, I'll do it.
[ He turns to Dextera. So they can see what? That he's broken? That isn't anything new; only the people are. He figures the Archangel won't mind, considering how this is his suggestion (and he's not entirely wrong. Amos had to acquiesce that point with a small nod as he spoke it aloud, someone's death would have been likely here, and there's a small sense of relief that he at least didn't rush into it); Hythlodaeus... Amos is less sure. He seems more the bleeding heart type, but if he's willing to go along with this...
He glances at Hythlodaeus, as if wanting confirmation that this is okay, before turning back to Dextera. ]
I'll make it quick and painless. Your shard'll be fine. [ Amos pauses before turning to Hythlodaeus and the Archangel. ] It's— He won't really die. I mean, he will, but as long as his shard — his soul — is intact, we'll be able to bring him back. I died not too long ago; it's not a big deal.
[ Because that's extremely normal. He looks back at Dextera. ]
We can come back for it later, when we know what's going on. Yima will know what to do.
[ His voice is blank and clinical, as if he's working on a math problem out loud. They'll be minus Dextera for a bit; they'll add him back later; it all equals back to the same result. That's all it is, so they'll all be fine, right? This is okay. ]
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Amos doesn't particularly care what they do, so long as they actually do it. He clears his throat in an aborted sort of cough, as his breaths start to get shorter and shallower. But at least they all seem to be in agreement, which is the second-to-last step. The last one is... ]
Sure, I'll do it.
[ He turns to Dextera. So they can see what? That he's broken? That isn't anything new; only the people are. He figures the Archangel won't mind, considering how this is his suggestion (and he's not entirely wrong. Amos had to acquiesce that point with a small nod as he spoke it aloud, someone's death would have been likely here, and there's a small sense of relief that he at least didn't rush into it); Hythlodaeus... Amos is less sure. He seems more the bleeding heart type, but if he's willing to go along with this...
He glances at Hythlodaeus, as if wanting confirmation that this is okay, before turning back to Dextera. ]
I'll make it quick and painless. Your shard'll be fine. [ Amos pauses before turning to Hythlodaeus and the Archangel. ] It's— He won't really die. I mean, he will, but as long as his shard — his soul — is intact, we'll be able to bring him back. I died not too long ago; it's not a big deal.
[ Because that's extremely normal. He looks back at Dextera. ]
We can come back for it later, when we know what's going on. Yima will know what to do.
[ His voice is blank and clinical, as if he's working on a math problem out loud. They'll be minus Dextera for a bit; they'll add him back later; it all equals back to the same result. That's all it is, so they'll all be fine, right? This is okay. ]