[ Returning to their worlds earns a more pronounced raising of his eyebrows. The idea of fighting the inevitable. Much as he finds Hayame an agreeable sort — good company, maybe better company than most by virtue of how straightforward and practical she is — maybe there is more that separates them than he initially thought. ]

Their worlds are dead, though. All of ours are. [ He speaks plainly. Hayame may be saying something sacrilegious by Highstorm's standards, but Amos isn't emotionally invested in that; he takes no offence, he's just correcting someone else on what's a basic fact. Nothing to get worked up about. ] Fighting would be pointless because there's nothing to fight. People die. Apparently, so do universes. Can't fight the inevitable. Trying would be as pointless as the rest of this.

[ A light gesture towards the pool, with all of these people around it, reminiscing over what's long gone. Or gone long enough. It doesn't make any sense. (It's also a little hypocritical on his part, but the inevitabilities he's tried to fight have been highly specific ones... and more often than not they just end up being fulfilled, anyway. That's the thing with things that are imminent.)

... Although. He blinks, a little sheepish as the thought dawns on him. ]

Unless you're with the Meridian, which... uh... sorry.

[ Sorry that she's wrong if she is, that is. But surely someone as no-nonsense as her understands that there's no bringing back what's already gone?? ]