[ Gray becoming calmer seems to calm him down, too. Amos' breathing steadies as she offers up her theory, listening intently. Gray definitely knows more about this kind of stuff than he does, so it means she has to be right. She absolutely is right. ]

Alright then. That's... good. That's good. [ They will be okay. Now that he is secure in that knowledge, he can slide right into acceptance. He nods, like that's that. ] Guess that means the real one has to still be out there somewhere, huh.

[ So there is hope yet — and still with some days left on the docket, someone from one of their factions will find it, and then Zenith will present it to the Effigy along with everything else, and everything will be okay.

That still leaves one problem, though. (Two, not counting the web still sticking to his hands that he is trying to shake off now that he doesn't have to worry about anything else in it.) He looks up at her, sincerity in his eyes, and... ]

... Sorry I tried to hurt you over a fake.

[ Kind of a dick move on his part, even if he didn't know. ]