[ Amos meets that amusement, matches it, though probably for a much different reason. The old man's Geralt's Lydia, he figures, and picturing Lydia with a sword is kinda funny. Now that Amos is holding one in his hands, he can see himself learning to wield one. Lydia, though? Or anyone from Baltimore, really? It'd be a total mismatch. So of course he'd be the one ending up learning.
Fits him well enough, he figures, as someone who was actually able to escape. He's already been marked as different. If he'd grown up in the Belt, maybe he would've grown up to be normal. Instead he grew up in Baltimore, learned things as a child he shouldn't have known until he was an adult, and now he and Geralt get along real well. It's all kinda funny. ]
Guess I'll just have to make do.
[ He sets the sword back down, resting it on the table. Maybe he'll be able to find a one back in Solvunn, get his real body used to the idea, translate whatever it is Geralt ends up teaching him here to the real world. Make it instinct. That part wouldn't be new. ]
Hey, thanks. Looks like wandering around here — [ the Horizon — ] has its advantages after all. Didn't know if I'd see you again, but that turned out alright.
[ Or, you know. They're friends. Better yet, Amos is pretty sure Geralt is someone he can count on if everything goes to hell, and as much as he's looking for someone to tether his own busted moral compass to, it's kinda nice to know he's got that side of things covered now.
Not entirely sure what it says about him, that he's found a brother in arms before anyone else, but not like that's something that's ever really bothered him before. ]
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Fits him well enough, he figures, as someone who was actually able to escape. He's already been marked as different. If he'd grown up in the Belt, maybe he would've grown up to be normal. Instead he grew up in Baltimore, learned things as a child he shouldn't have known until he was an adult, and now he and Geralt get along real well. It's all kinda funny. ]
Guess I'll just have to make do.
[ He sets the sword back down, resting it on the table. Maybe he'll be able to find a one back in Solvunn, get his real body used to the idea, translate whatever it is Geralt ends up teaching him here to the real world. Make it instinct. That part wouldn't be new. ]
Hey, thanks. Looks like wandering around here — [ the Horizon — ] has its advantages after all. Didn't know if I'd see you again, but that turned out alright.
[ Or, you know. They're friends. Better yet, Amos is pretty sure Geralt is someone he can count on if everything goes to hell, and as much as he's looking for someone to tether his own busted moral compass to, it's kinda nice to know he's got that side of things covered now.
Not entirely sure what it says about him, that he's found a brother in arms before anyone else, but not like that's something that's ever really bothered him before. ]