Fact of the matter is, he hadn't been thinking about her much since their chance meeting some month ago. He'd just... assumed, and it's not like he's in tune with most people's feelings, or most people in general. Acquaintances are often out of sight, out of mind for him, and this had been that.
It isn't a betrayal to him that she'd gone Meridian — it's just fucking odd. And relevant, here and now, where there actually are stakes where there weren't any before.
So he gets ahold of her. Throws her to the ground, pins her with one hand while using the other to try to swat the crow away, or at least out of his face. Any scratches or pecks he takes from it — fine, they're mild, he can bear the temporary brunt while he takes cares of this little problem first. Meets her furious stare with a dispassionate one, because she's a job to take care of and nothing more, and that's just how he operates. Blank and empty, a vessel for doing what needs to be done.
As he reaches for her sand, he sees that memory stand out above the rest — and shit, not like he's picky. Amos takes a firm grip on it, pulls the sand out of her and all it contains. It affords him glimpses — maybe the answer to why she went Meridian after all — and then it's gone, absorbed into his own pool.
He can look at it later, when he's got time. For now he keeps hold of her, waiting to see what she'll do now that he's taken something from her and has retained this position of power over her.
But it's not like he really even needs to kill her. Right? This was plenty on its own. ]
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Fact of the matter is, he hadn't been thinking about her much since their chance meeting some month ago. He'd just... assumed, and it's not like he's in tune with most people's feelings, or most people in general. Acquaintances are often out of sight, out of mind for him, and this had been that.
It isn't a betrayal to him that she'd gone Meridian — it's just fucking odd. And relevant, here and now, where there actually are stakes where there weren't any before.
So he gets ahold of her. Throws her to the ground, pins her with one hand while using the other to try to swat the crow away, or at least out of his face. Any scratches or pecks he takes from it — fine, they're mild, he can bear the temporary brunt while he takes cares of this little problem first. Meets her furious stare with a dispassionate one, because she's a job to take care of and nothing more, and that's just how he operates. Blank and empty, a vessel for doing what needs to be done.
As he reaches for her sand, he sees that memory stand out above the rest — and shit, not like he's picky. Amos takes a firm grip on it, pulls the sand out of her and all it contains. It affords him glimpses — maybe the answer to why she went Meridian after all — and then it's gone, absorbed into his own pool.
He can look at it later, when he's got time. For now he keeps hold of her, waiting to see what she'll do now that he's taken something from her and has retained this position of power over her.
But it's not like he really even needs to kill her. Right? This was plenty on its own. ]