[ Amos' mood dips as Gen stays in his funk. He's appreciative of the efforts he went through to keep his gun in good condition — it's an older one, and while he's still getting a grasp on its inner workings, he knows that it's something to be particularly careful with — but it's pretty obvious that all of that is secondary, and Amos isn't so single-minded as to think that his gun should be more important than what's eating at Gen.

So he frowns, his ears wiggling in Gen's direction, instinctually trying to be a better listener, pick up what he's clearly missing. Stuff he cares about seems a... plausible enough theory, though Amos wouldn't say he cares about his guns that much—

His heart bottoms out at the mention of Reiji's shard, a sudden drop that Gen might feel it for himself, plummeting off the edge of the world without warning. Amos doesn't look away, just... he swallows, horrified at the prospect that it would be out here. No, he doesn't have any shards of his own to look after (Adelfoúla aside, but that's different — she's alive, here and on Kenos — but Gen... ]

I kept it safe. [ His voice is a whisper at first, Amos unable to put any real volume into it as he croaks his protest out. ] I... It shouldn't have ended up here, it couldn't have...

[ He lets out a low, shaky breath, turning to stare down at his claws instead. ]

No. No, that's not right. [ There is a surge of anger, matching Gen's emotions towards the Effigy... and helplessness along with it. Because he'd unknowingly failed Gen; because... ] We can't even do anything about it. Gotta get that thing's shit back for it so we can get the Oracle... [ And he brings one of those paws up to rub at his face in frustration, mindful of the claws. ] I dunno. Maybe... maybe something after.

[ This sucks. Amos stares into the fire, stares at nothing. ]

Guess we're just at its mercy for the time being, huh.

[ It's their aspect, even. Fuck this. ]