[ He's listening. His focus is mostly on the bowl he's filling up, still without knowing who it's going to go to, but... he's listening.
His brow furrows, because some of what Reigen says makes sense, and a lot of it still doesn't. The best way for him to cope with that is autopilot, apparently; it's just that autopilot involves doing something nurturing right now. If he was keeping watch that'd make more sense to him, but there isn't anything to keep watch from. Anyone who would know how to get through Reigen's illusion would've done it by now.
He finishes filling up the bowl only to stare at it in his hands before meeting Reigen's gaze again. No, his eyes drift to that young Atirat quietly eating first. Then Reigen. ]
I... [ Get that? He does and he doesn't. ] I know helping the kids is decent. But it's like you said. There's nothing here to support them. There might never be. I don't know how we get them back to Highstorm, I don't know how anybody can look after them, or how they can grow up in a place like this...
[ Isn't just dying better, sometimes? It's a thought he's had before, albeit in vastly different circumstances, but the sentiment still feels like it applies, loathe as he is to admit it.
Amos wordlessly hands the newly filled bowl to Reigen. Shit; he doesn't know. ]
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His brow furrows, because some of what Reigen says makes sense, and a lot of it still doesn't. The best way for him to cope with that is autopilot, apparently; it's just that autopilot involves doing something nurturing right now. If he was keeping watch that'd make more sense to him, but there isn't anything to keep watch from. Anyone who would know how to get through Reigen's illusion would've done it by now.
He finishes filling up the bowl only to stare at it in his hands before meeting Reigen's gaze again. No, his eyes drift to that young Atirat quietly eating first. Then Reigen. ]
I... [ Get that? He does and he doesn't. ] I know helping the kids is decent. But it's like you said. There's nothing here to support them. There might never be. I don't know how we get them back to Highstorm, I don't know how anybody can look after them, or how they can grow up in a place like this...
[ Isn't just dying better, sometimes? It's a thought he's had before, albeit in vastly different circumstances, but the sentiment still feels like it applies, loathe as he is to admit it.
Amos wordlessly hands the newly filled bowl to Reigen. Shit; he doesn't know. ]