[ A sense of relief he hadn't been expecting washes over Amos — that he's maybe managed to assuage any fears anyone in this cavern has. Him. Even with the way he is, he's still found a way to help.
He takes a cursory look around the room as they speak. Hythlodaeus has his respect, striking Amos as someone practical, honourable, righteous — a good person, the kind of person he should aspire to be, even if he knows it's not possible for him. If he had to kill someone he loved? Absolutely. Dextera — it's water off a duck's back.
The Archangel... his words are nice, too. Kindly. The kind of guy who won't give up on someone, no matter what terrible things they've done. And Amos knows he needs people like that. Dextera seems receptive, too, as far as he can tell... it's a good thing.
He almost shrugs at the Archangel's words for him; it's not a big deal conveyed in action rather than words. It's not. It's not like it's a burdensome task; better for someone like Amos to handle it than someone who might not be able to take it. He's maybe doing everyone else a favour—
Even as he stands before Dextera and knows this isn't the preferred outcome of at least one person here. Just the accepted one.
And if he were with people he cared about, Amos would have accepted that very same fate for himself, too. There's a sense of mutual understanding — everything he feels from Dextera, he thinks he understands.
And Amos, himself, feels nothing. ]
Okay. [ His voice is soft, but a promise. He'd rather bring Dextera to Yima — she can help — but he and the Archangel clearly have something else going on, and if that's who Dextera trusts, then that's what he'll do. ] I'll give you to him. He'll take you.
[ At least his words are sincere.
And it's time now, isn't it? Before the poison makes him too weak — so Amos brings his hands up, slowly, moving to wrap them around Dextera's neck, and squeezes. His face is blank as he watches Dextera's eyes, looking for signs of life until they aren't there anymore.
It's just something he had to do, that was asked of him, and that won't even be permanent; it's not a big deal. ]
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He takes a cursory look around the room as they speak. Hythlodaeus has his respect, striking Amos as someone practical, honourable, righteous — a good person, the kind of person he should aspire to be, even if he knows it's not possible for him. If he had to kill someone he loved? Absolutely. Dextera — it's water off a duck's back.
The Archangel... his words are nice, too. Kindly. The kind of guy who won't give up on someone, no matter what terrible things they've done. And Amos knows he needs people like that. Dextera seems receptive, too, as far as he can tell... it's a good thing.
He almost shrugs at the Archangel's words for him; it's not a big deal conveyed in action rather than words. It's not. It's not like it's a burdensome task; better for someone like Amos to handle it than someone who might not be able to take it. He's maybe doing everyone else a favour—
Even as he stands before Dextera and knows this isn't the preferred outcome of at least one person here. Just the accepted one.
And if he were with people he cared about, Amos would have accepted that very same fate for himself, too. There's a sense of mutual understanding — everything he feels from Dextera, he thinks he understands.
And Amos, himself, feels nothing. ]
Okay. [ His voice is soft, but a promise. He'd rather bring Dextera to Yima — she can help — but he and the Archangel clearly have something else going on, and if that's who Dextera trusts, then that's what he'll do. ] I'll give you to him. He'll take you.
[ At least his words are sincere.
And it's time now, isn't it? Before the poison makes him too weak — so Amos brings his hands up, slowly, moving to wrap them around Dextera's neck, and squeezes. His face is blank as he watches Dextera's eyes, looking for signs of life until they aren't there anymore.
It's just something he had to do, that was asked of him, and that won't even be permanent; it's not a big deal. ]