[ He pauses when Vander speaks up, ultimately stopping to turn back around to face him proper, not even going for the hourglass anymore, because this is... what.
Bafflement written across his face, Amos takes note of the thoughtful tone, like Vander's idea was instinctual to him. He feels that ripple of discomfort between the two of them as well, a muted version starting to emanate from Amos himself, because... what. ]
You think so? [ It's a real question at least, because now he's just confused. He and Vander have always seemed to be on pretty much the same page ever since they met. Amos trusts his judgment more than his own. But... he knows he's the one in the right here, not Vander. ] They're basically dead. Makes more sense to take what we can get so we don't join them.
[ They had their chance. It isn't even survival of the fittest, it's survival of the still living, and that'd be the two of them. Not the locals. ]
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Bafflement written across his face, Amos takes note of the thoughtful tone, like Vander's idea was instinctual to him. He feels that ripple of discomfort between the two of them as well, a muted version starting to emanate from Amos himself, because... what. ]
You think so? [ It's a real question at least, because now he's just confused. He and Vander have always seemed to be on pretty much the same page ever since they met. Amos trusts his judgment more than his own. But... he knows he's the one in the right here, not Vander. ] They're basically dead. Makes more sense to take what we can get so we don't join them.
[ They had their chance. It isn't even survival of the fittest, it's survival of the still living, and that'd be the two of them. Not the locals. ]