[ As in and out of it as he is, Amos can still see that bit of Lucien's movement towards him in his peripheral vision; he tries to sit up at it, elbows attempting to prop himself up, and... no, that was a bad idea. The world immediately starts spinning and he falls back under his own weight, back hitting the ground again with a small oof. He stares up at nothing as Lucien and Silco talk above him, hand closest to Lucien weakly and absently reaching for him as if to take his, assure him it's okay. ]
I didn't drink any blood—
[ His mind is still a couple of paces behind in their conversation; he's trying to reassure Lucien that nothing's going to happen to him, he'll be fine—
What did Silco just say.
From however successful he'd been in trying to reach out to Lucien, Amos' hand falls back to the ground. His eyes flick over in Silco's direction, narrowed. ]
Do not. [ Weak as his voice is, there's a commanding tone within it. ] Not with the kid here. Drag me back to camp, leave me here, but do not do that.
[ He cannot risk going berserk with Lucien present. If it was just him and Silco, sure, he could try it if Silco wanted to risk himself like that. But with Lucien present, it has to be a non-starter. It has to be. ]
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I didn't drink any blood—
[ His mind is still a couple of paces behind in their conversation; he's trying to reassure Lucien that nothing's going to happen to him, he'll be fine—
What did Silco just say.
From however successful he'd been in trying to reach out to Lucien, Amos' hand falls back to the ground. His eyes flick over in Silco's direction, narrowed. ]
Do not. [ Weak as his voice is, there's a commanding tone within it. ] Not with the kid here. Drag me back to camp, leave me here, but do not do that.
[ He cannot risk going berserk with Lucien present. If it was just him and Silco, sure, he could try it if Silco wanted to risk himself like that. But with Lucien present, it has to be a non-starter. It has to be. ]