[ Amos' focus narrows on John the second he hears his voice. And at first, he's sympathetic; he's not a big tea drinker, but something normal (that he can't go swimming in) sounds nice right about now.
That sympathy bleeds away when he references the clock running down, though — because Amos would take roughing it in this tiny hellscape indefinitely if it meant fucking winning, which, as last night's events would indicate, is not happening right now.
He goes to try to stand all the way up, clearly woozy and lightheaded but not letting that stop him; not when there's work to be done. Amos' clothes are blood-soaked and muddy and grimy and none of that matters; not when there's work to be done. (The skeleton is presently ignored because it's like. Not relevant to the goal at hand right now.) ]
It's not inevitable. [ Oh, standing back up is hard. He places a hand against the wall to brace himself. ] We still got time, right? We can intercept Meridian. Take all their shit in one go. Win this thing.
[ He turns towards the exit, only then taking note of the skeleton. A surprised blink before he continues on with shaky steps anyway, because like, maybe it'll help or something? Or he can just walk past it? Either way, Amos is fully expecting John to be right behind him. ]
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That sympathy bleeds away when he references the clock running down, though — because Amos would take roughing it in this tiny hellscape indefinitely if it meant fucking winning, which, as last night's events would indicate, is not happening right now.
He goes to try to stand all the way up, clearly woozy and lightheaded but not letting that stop him; not when there's work to be done. Amos' clothes are blood-soaked and muddy and grimy and none of that matters; not when there's work to be done. (The skeleton is presently ignored because it's like. Not relevant to the goal at hand right now.) ]
It's not inevitable. [ Oh, standing back up is hard. He places a hand against the wall to brace himself. ] We still got time, right? We can intercept Meridian. Take all their shit in one go. Win this thing.
[ He turns towards the exit, only then taking note of the skeleton. A surprised blink before he continues on with shaky steps anyway, because like, maybe it'll help or something? Or he can just walk past it? Either way, Amos is fully expecting John to be right behind him. ]