[ They is the choice word there. Amos' own resiliency was shaped by a lot of theys. Probably not the same kind, but. He gets it on some level, he's pretty sure, and that's good enough for him.

He pauses for a second, taking in Geralt's actions before mimicking them, setting his own tankard aside. Probably won't be picking it back up. Still, he's comfortable now with the turn this conversation has taken. Geralt's directness is appreciated. Amos is shit at moral conundrums or what the fuck ever. Getting down to the actual matter at hand is much easier. ​]

Sure will. [ It's probably only a matter of time, really. ] Makes the playing field awfully unlevel, though. I got fists; chances are the other guy does, too. Back home, chances were pretty good we'd both have guns. The other guy would have a shot at taking me out. Now, say I learn to kill someone just by thinking about it or whatever — kind of an unfair advantage. Could be pretty easy to be left unchecked, if I can do that shit.

[ It wouldn't even occur to him in the moment. Wouldn't occur to him until someone would point out, hey, it's fucked up you did that, maybe. It would be so easy to fall into that pattern and simply never stop.

That can't happen. He doesn't like the way it feels like it's going to. ]