[ He blinks, slow and heavy, at that soft feeling he's picking up from her. It feels nice when it brushes up against the foreign hells he's being assaulted with, can't escape because they're coming from within him — a soothing balm and merely a temporary one at that, since he can still feel Meridian's assault on him as it worms its way through every fibre of his being.

He forces his eyes back open. Sits up straighter, using the cavern wall for support. Amos' eyes are dull before she regains his focus, shifting from blank to receptive to confused by the time she's done. ]

But we are alone.

[ His brow lightly furrows as he says it, at the same time it feels like his heart is being squeezed, the yearning for his people back home intense enough for a moment that he stops breathing. And then there's a light gasp as he gets his air back, his chest rising with the sharp inhale. ]

I know we aren't... I know we're all stuck down here together. I know we're all feeling each other's shit. But we're alone. That's just how it is. I don't...

[ He has to stop as another wave of longing passes over him, his body shuddering with it. One of his hands falls to the ground as he scrabbles to find purchase in it, like that'll stabilize him again.

He looks back up to her, lost and distressed — but from what, he couldn't say. ]

I don't know what I'm feeling.

[ But she seems in far better spirits, so maybe she knows how to fight it? It's a spark of hope that brightens his eyes for a moment, as he looks to Quetzalcoatl for an answer. ]