[ In fairness to Geralt, it's not exactly like Amos is expecting anything from him. He doesn't really expect anything from anybody. His existence is a problem that doesn't have a solution, and now that he's free in a strange land he really doesn't belong in, he's gotta figure out how to go forward on his own. Going to Solvunn was supposed to solve that — reclusive, neutral — but turns out he still has to exist in the day-to-day, and that's getting to be a bit much.
So he is kind of surprised when Geralt does speak up. Sure. They are who they are, but what now. He furrows his brow at the question, like he hadn't really considered that line of thought.
Takes a while to answer, trying to come up with something. ] Not sure. Powers aren't really a thing back home. Everyone's just a regular person; we're all vulnerable to the same shit. [ Except thanks to growing up on Earth he's stronger, less vulnerable to things than those who grew up on Mars, in the Belt. It's not really something that crosses his mind. ] I guess...
[ Amos falls silent once more, as though being forced to consider the opinions of people who think he actually has value is a problem for him. He was already terrible at empathy, but that particular feeling — putting himself in the shoes of people who like him — is a pretty big ask. ]
Guess they'd trust me to do the right thing. Learn how it works. It'd actually be pretty useful on a ship, maybe there'd be something I could do with it here. [ He shrugs. Something that's not murder. Telling, though, that that's the first place his mind went to. Can't really shake that. ] Probably hope I could make it on my own, but if we're all being honest with ourselves, that ain't happening. So find someone else who's a good person. Only, you know, none of us really know each other. And it's a big world. Kinda tough to do that and then stick by them.
[ He'd thought that cutting himself off in the general isolation that is the Tertiary Settlement was the right call, but maybe he shouldn't have left Himeka at all. Shit. Kinda falls right in with fucking up whenever he tries to make his own choices. ]
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So he is kind of surprised when Geralt does speak up. Sure. They are who they are, but what now. He furrows his brow at the question, like he hadn't really considered that line of thought.
Takes a while to answer, trying to come up with something. ] Not sure. Powers aren't really a thing back home. Everyone's just a regular person; we're all vulnerable to the same shit. [ Except thanks to growing up on Earth he's stronger, less vulnerable to things than those who grew up on Mars, in the Belt. It's not really something that crosses his mind. ] I guess...
[ Amos falls silent once more, as though being forced to consider the opinions of people who think he actually has value is a problem for him. He was already terrible at empathy, but that particular feeling — putting himself in the shoes of people who like him — is a pretty big ask. ]
Guess they'd trust me to do the right thing. Learn how it works. It'd actually be pretty useful on a ship, maybe there'd be something I could do with it here. [ He shrugs. Something that's not murder. Telling, though, that that's the first place his mind went to. Can't really shake that. ] Probably hope I could make it on my own, but if we're all being honest with ourselves, that ain't happening. So find someone else who's a good person. Only, you know, none of us really know each other. And it's a big world. Kinda tough to do that and then stick by them.
[ He'd thought that cutting himself off in the general isolation that is the Tertiary Settlement was the right call, but maybe he shouldn't have left Himeka at all. Shit. Kinda falls right in with fucking up whenever he tries to make his own choices. ]