[ His doppelganger is still twitching when Amos pushes himself back up, definitely worse for the wear but still okay, all things considered.
And Hayame is right to keep going, even if it may be overkill. Amos can see the signs on his doppelganger's body — fingers elongated into claws; the fact that it's still breathing, still alive. He's experienced this before, just on... himself, a world ago when Gen had had to relentlessly bash his head in. He'd been thankful for it then.
He's thankful for it now as his doppelganger's head is obliterated into nothing. No chance for survival, not even with a supernatural defence mechanism in his — and its — back pocket.
The doppelganger's chest stills. Its everything stills. It's nothing.
With a grunt, Amos hauls himself back up all the way. ]
Thanks.
[ He means it, too; she helped save his ass there. He's not the type to consider debts or anything like that, it's just one person helping another, and this time he got to be on the receiving end. It's just what happens sometimes. He takes a couple of steps forward before he remembers where they are. What they're doing. Not fighting doppelgangers, but making their way to the end to distribute their sand. To do what's really important.
He stops, inhaling deeply, a hand involuntarily moving to his side. There's probably a rib or two fucked up pretty bad there.
Another beat, and. ]
What now?
[ Now that their common enemy is over and done with, the thing that would attack them without reason... what do they do? ]
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And Hayame is right to keep going, even if it may be overkill. Amos can see the signs on his doppelganger's body — fingers elongated into claws; the fact that it's still breathing, still alive. He's experienced this before, just on... himself, a world ago when Gen had had to relentlessly bash his head in. He'd been thankful for it then.
He's thankful for it now as his doppelganger's head is obliterated into nothing. No chance for survival, not even with a supernatural defence mechanism in his — and its — back pocket.
The doppelganger's chest stills. Its everything stills. It's nothing.
With a grunt, Amos hauls himself back up all the way. ]
Thanks.
[ He means it, too; she helped save his ass there. He's not the type to consider debts or anything like that, it's just one person helping another, and this time he got to be on the receiving end. It's just what happens sometimes. He takes a couple of steps forward before he remembers where they are. What they're doing. Not fighting doppelgangers, but making their way to the end to distribute their sand. To do what's really important.
He stops, inhaling deeply, a hand involuntarily moving to his side. There's probably a rib or two fucked up pretty bad there.
Another beat, and. ]
What now?
[ Now that their common enemy is over and done with, the thing that would attack them without reason... what do they do? ]