It's so weird. Amos really had been ready to drag him out a moment earlier; pick him up by the scruff of his neck and forcibly shove him through the hole back into the hallway, away from these frozen bodies. And instead he's got the guy smiling at him, happy, like Amos isn't the monster here, and is more of an ally.
(They're both Zenites, they should be allies. He knows that, it's just what Reigen is doing is weird.)
But then he speaks. Kids matter more, and Amos' expression slackens. They're dependent. Good adults help kids.
Sometimes, they take on the difficult task of teaching other adults how to be good, too.
All he really wants is to be a good person, and yet it's always been beyond his grasp. Trying only counts for so much, but then you're hurting people. Again and again, you find a way to hurt people, and move on, because you don't really care. But he'd come dangerously close to getting in Reigen's way, which would have meant these kids wouldn't be helped, and...
He watches in something akin to awe as Reigen unfreezes the smallest kid. The one who would need help the most. His mind is turning as he watches them slowly awaken, still stupidly holding the bowl in his hand as Reigen lowers himself to comfort them. Amos has been treating all of the Atirat as dead because they might as well be; here is very obvious evidence they are not.
He meets Reigen's eyes, and comes to a decision in that moment: Reigen is a good person. Someone who knows what should be done, even though Amos' instincts are screaming at him that he's wrong here, that he's fucking up something for Zenith in some way. Still. Still... his instincts are wrong; he knows that.
He should listen to Reigen instead.
Spending his sand is such a big commitment, though.
Amos hesitates, then lowers himself to a crouch to fill up the bowl from the pot before him. He's at a loss, but the kid is alive, and they've got Reigen to lean on right now — the least he can do is help them be ready to eat. They probably need it. ]
I'm not a good person. [ His voice is more a murmur, spoken towards the pot; he doesn't want to freak the kid out any more than they probably already are. ] You should know that about me. I'll help you out here, because you are one. But there's only so much we can do here. You gotta be ready to not save most of these people.
[ Only the kids. And even then...
He'd rather not think about it, getting up to make his way over to Reigen and the unfrozen Atirat child. He awkwardly holds the bowl towards them; he really doesn't know what else to do here. ]
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It's so weird. Amos really had been ready to drag him out a moment earlier; pick him up by the scruff of his neck and forcibly shove him through the hole back into the hallway, away from these frozen bodies. And instead he's got the guy smiling at him, happy, like Amos isn't the monster here, and is more of an ally.
(They're both Zenites, they should be allies. He knows that, it's just what Reigen is doing is weird.)
But then he speaks. Kids matter more, and Amos' expression slackens. They're dependent. Good adults help kids.
Sometimes, they take on the difficult task of teaching other adults how to be good, too.
All he really wants is to be a good person, and yet it's always been beyond his grasp. Trying only counts for so much, but then you're hurting people. Again and again, you find a way to hurt people, and move on, because you don't really care. But he'd come dangerously close to getting in Reigen's way, which would have meant these kids wouldn't be helped, and...
He watches in something akin to awe as Reigen unfreezes the smallest kid. The one who would need help the most. His mind is turning as he watches them slowly awaken, still stupidly holding the bowl in his hand as Reigen lowers himself to comfort them. Amos has been treating all of the Atirat as dead because they might as well be; here is very obvious evidence they are not.
He meets Reigen's eyes, and comes to a decision in that moment: Reigen is a good person. Someone who knows what should be done, even though Amos' instincts are screaming at him that he's wrong here, that he's fucking up something for Zenith in some way. Still. Still... his instincts are wrong; he knows that.
He should listen to Reigen instead.
Spending his sand is such a big commitment, though.
Amos hesitates, then lowers himself to a crouch to fill up the bowl from the pot before him. He's at a loss, but the kid is alive, and they've got Reigen to lean on right now — the least he can do is help them be ready to eat. They probably need it. ]
I'm not a good person. [ His voice is more a murmur, spoken towards the pot; he doesn't want to freak the kid out any more than they probably already are. ] You should know that about me. I'll help you out here, because you are one. But there's only so much we can do here. You gotta be ready to not save most of these people.
[ Only the kids. And even then...
He'd rather not think about it, getting up to make his way over to Reigen and the unfrozen Atirat child. He awkwardly holds the bowl towards them; he really doesn't know what else to do here. ]