[ He feels that dissonance, that animosity coming from Dextera — the fact that they can be similar enough to share an aspect, different enough that what divides them goes far beyond faction choices. He has no clue what he's done to earn the guy's ire. Doesn't really care. Where Dextera feels the weight of lives that could depend on him, Amos feels absolutely nothing, simply because it's not his problem. They aren't his people.
But if Dextera doesn't understand that by now, then he's not going to. Amos isn't playing with anybody's life — he's simply leaving them be, the exact way they'd be normally if he hadn't shown up at all. This isn't on him. He has nothing to say, nothing to prove.
What is on him is how much he can retrieve for Zenith. For the people he has who are still alive, who actually matter. So he moves back in towards Dextera, to try to grab him, hold him down, take what he can from him to put an end to the threat... with absolutely no clue what might be coming for him as he does. ]
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But if Dextera doesn't understand that by now, then he's not going to. Amos isn't playing with anybody's life — he's simply leaving them be, the exact way they'd be normally if he hadn't shown up at all. This isn't on him. He has nothing to say, nothing to prove.
What is on him is how much he can retrieve for Zenith. For the people he has who are still alive, who actually matter. So he moves back in towards Dextera, to try to grab him, hold him down, take what he can from him to put an end to the threat... with absolutely no clue what might be coming for him as he does. ]