[ Dextera is the furthest thing from Amos' mind — rather, it sounds like Archangel is talking about him.
So he has to listen. His eyes track where Archangel indicates, the world they find themselves in, the people around them. The mourners, the court, the tree, all of it. And he tries — is trying so hard — to absorb everything he says.
We.
We must let them know, we have to give them that chance, when can we forgive one another. We, we, we. Amos is a part of this. No, more than that — wants to be a part of this.
And has no idea how.
He meets Archangel's eyes again, his own lost. ]
How do you let them know there's another way? [ How does he find that way? ] What about those that can't be forgiven?
[ He knows people like that exist — he just isn't entirely sure if he's one of them or not. ]
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So he has to listen. His eyes track where Archangel indicates, the world they find themselves in, the people around them. The mourners, the court, the tree, all of it. And he tries — is trying so hard — to absorb everything he says.
We.
We must let them know, we have to give them that chance, when can we forgive one another. We, we, we. Amos is a part of this. No, more than that — wants to be a part of this.
And has no idea how.
He meets Archangel's eyes again, his own lost. ]
How do you let them know there's another way? [ How does he find that way? ] What about those that can't be forgiven?
[ He knows people like that exist — he just isn't entirely sure if he's one of them or not. ]