[ If he wasn't so sure he didn't have Lottie right there with him, Amos might actually feel unnerved. Bad, at the way this other Lottie is reacting to him — terrified, soaked in blood, so completely out of place from the Lottie he does know. He would want to comfort her, help her. They could burn the clothes, get her a nice hot bath, some relaxing tea...
But Lottie's hair is brushing up against him, her hand digging into the back of his shirt, so he knows that no. No, this Lottie isn't going to get what he would normally try to give her. Because it's not Lottie, and her sharp inhalation reminds him of that fact — before...
He wouldn't have thought twice about what the doppelganger had said were it not for Lottie's much more animated reaction, attempting — poorly — to make sure that he can't hear her. Amos' expression shifts from aggressive to downright baffled as she harps on the idea of medication in particular, and suddenly his original instincts — get rid of the pink Lottie — are replaced with the sheer confusion of one walking into the middle of something chaotic without prior context.
It is, for a moment, all he can do to answer her. ]
I'm Amos.
[ ... It takes another moment for his brain to absorb everything that's been said. For him to comprehend every word that he's heard, filter out the nonsense for what's actually important. There is blood across the wall. They are the only three things that are moving, and one of them is smearing blood across the wall, arguing about who is real and who is fake.
He looks over his shoulder back at Lottie, back up to speed (mostly) (he thinks). ]
Well, we know she's definitely the fake one. And since she's the only abnormality we've found, think we probably need to get rid of her.
[ They can sort out everything after she's gone. Permanently gone, since that's looking like their best way of fixing things, as far as he can tell. ]
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But Lottie's hair is brushing up against him, her hand digging into the back of his shirt, so he knows that no. No, this Lottie isn't going to get what he would normally try to give her. Because it's not Lottie, and her sharp inhalation reminds him of that fact — before...
He wouldn't have thought twice about what the doppelganger had said were it not for Lottie's much more animated reaction, attempting — poorly — to make sure that he can't hear her. Amos' expression shifts from aggressive to downright baffled as she harps on the idea of medication in particular, and suddenly his original instincts — get rid of the pink Lottie — are replaced with the sheer confusion of one walking into the middle of something chaotic without prior context.
It is, for a moment, all he can do to answer her. ]
I'm Amos.
[ ... It takes another moment for his brain to absorb everything that's been said. For him to comprehend every word that he's heard, filter out the nonsense for what's actually important. There is blood across the wall. They are the only three things that are moving, and one of them is smearing blood across the wall, arguing about who is real and who is fake.
He looks over his shoulder back at Lottie, back up to speed (mostly) (he thinks). ]
Well, we know she's definitely the fake one. And since she's the only abnormality we've found, think we probably need to get rid of her.
[ They can sort out everything after she's gone. Permanently gone, since that's looking like their best way of fixing things, as far as he can tell. ]