[ Amos stares at her, baffled and with a slow burning hostility. He starts to bare his teeth at that first sign of oppressive heat, as she works to burn away the Zenith he had been offering, now forcing. He redoubles his efforts, never once breaking eye contact and doing his best to flood her veins with ice.

Because he knows he tends to see things in black and white terms, but... ]

So you're just going to be evil? That's it, that's the end of things? [ Amid the aggression in his voice, there's derision. A challenge. ] Ain't nobody saying there can't be a place for you too. 'cept you, apparently. That doesn't mean you can't figure things out along the way.

[ Because that's what he's been doing all his life. What he'll need to continue to do. If she tosses it aside so easily, what hope is there for him?

Nah. He's not letting her give up like that. If he's gotta force her over, then so be it. They can figure it out after. ]