[ A moment of hesitation, and then softly, ] Yeah.
[ It's not a question this time. The more Archangel talks, the more Amos finds what he says to just make sense. He's used to people judging him without knowing him; used to being yelled at every now and then by someone who doesn't understand his thought processes. And it's not like he minds. Sticks and stones, and all that; what other people think is usually irrelevant. He'll just move on to the next place, the next group of people, like he'd had to do for years before he met his last crew back in his original universe, except now they're all dead and he's here—
He's here and it's a good thing. He can do what others won't. Can't. Maybe people like him are needed, after all. ]
Yima said something like that earlier. That she was happy that I'm here, that she knows I can help. [ Except... she hadn't been talking about killing anyone, but helping people. Supporting them. He can do both though, can't he? Maybe there's an outcome where they're one and the same.
He takes a moment, then nods to himself, voice more sure. ] Yeah. Okay. Sometimes some people need to die, if it's to save someone else or put them out of their misery...
[ There can be good reasons for killing. Not just efficient reasons — but good ones.
He looks back up at Archangel, meeting his eyes again. ]
Thank you.
[ For coaching him through this; for helping him. He'd wanted to see how Archangel was doing, to check in on him, especially when he'd found him reliving such a horrific memory... Amos hadn't anticipated being the one who would be helped. Didn't think he'd needed it — but he's grateful for it all the same. ]
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[ It's not a question this time. The more Archangel talks, the more Amos finds what he says to just make sense. He's used to people judging him without knowing him; used to being yelled at every now and then by someone who doesn't understand his thought processes. And it's not like he minds. Sticks and stones, and all that; what other people think is usually irrelevant. He'll just move on to the next place, the next group of people, like he'd had to do for years before he met his last crew back in his original universe, except now they're all dead and he's here—
He's here and it's a good thing. He can do what others won't. Can't. Maybe people like him are needed, after all. ]
Yima said something like that earlier. That she was happy that I'm here, that she knows I can help. [ Except... she hadn't been talking about killing anyone, but helping people. Supporting them. He can do both though, can't he? Maybe there's an outcome where they're one and the same.
He takes a moment, then nods to himself, voice more sure. ] Yeah. Okay. Sometimes some people need to die, if it's to save someone else or put them out of their misery...
[ There can be good reasons for killing. Not just efficient reasons — but good ones.
He looks back up at Archangel, meeting his eyes again. ]
Thank you.
[ For coaching him through this; for helping him. He'd wanted to see how Archangel was doing, to check in on him, especially when he'd found him reliving such a horrific memory... Amos hadn't anticipated being the one who would be helped. Didn't think he'd needed it — but he's grateful for it all the same. ]