[ Amos' body lurches as Dimitri grabs at him, as he throws him off of him. Literally. His back hits a tunnel wall, a little whoosh of air escaping his lungs as Amos finds his hands digging into it, trying to stabilize himself. Keep him upright.
He's distracted enough in the physical world that he doesn't seen the light coming, snapping off his Zenith where it comes into contact with it, and Amos winces. His fingers dig into the tunnel wall that little bit more, chest heaving with the effort of it. ]
Didn't say you did. [ Duh; his tone is flat, communion between them dulled as though he's inoculating himself against Dimitri's mental forces. Conviction. Whatever. ] Just trying to make sure the numbers shake out the right way. It's not personal.
[ And — it really isn't. It just. Is what it is.
Still, Amos makes no further move to attack, more focused on regaining his breath. On keeping any hint of Meridian out of him. ]
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He's distracted enough in the physical world that he doesn't seen the light coming, snapping off his Zenith where it comes into contact with it, and Amos winces. His fingers dig into the tunnel wall that little bit more, chest heaving with the effort of it. ]
Didn't say you did. [ Duh; his tone is flat, communion between them dulled as though he's inoculating himself against Dimitri's mental forces. Conviction. Whatever. ] Just trying to make sure the numbers shake out the right way. It's not personal.
[ And — it really isn't. It just. Is what it is.
Still, Amos makes no further move to attack, more focused on regaining his breath. On keeping any hint of Meridian out of him. ]