[ He'd have taken whatever answers Paul would give him — not like he would've had a choice there anyway, not like they're for him to judge — but what he gets is appreciated, because Amos can actually understand it.

Acceptance. You can want something, and maybe you'll never get it, but as long as you accept that, then you're fine. You can move on. That's what this is, and so Amos finds himself relaxing a degree while unaware he'd been even remotely tensed in the first place. It lets him truly look at this island, makes him think maybe he can see the parts of it Paul would take back if he could. ]

Chasing ideals is kinda a big concept, isn't it? Feels like a lot of chances for things to go wrong. Hell, you aren't even after something real there. Makes sense, that things could get lost along the way. [ A beat. ] I'd say death is maybe the only certain thing out there, but here we are.

[ This is his third world already; probably Paul's, too. He looks up at him, genuinely curious. Still wanting to get it, wanting to understand what's taken ahold of Highstorm like this. ]

Why look at it again? If you know going back is probably never gonna happen.