[ They'll have to circle back to the whole potentially murdering one another thing. It's not a thought that's going to leave Amos' mind. At the same time, it's probably especially important for him to channel Holden here, now, where he's completely alone and trying to make things work. Holden would point out that Nero hasn't actually done anything that he knows of. That this place has laws. That murder shouldn't be his first idea, even if, in Amos' experience, it's the right one.
(He'll probably blame himself a whole lot, down the line, if it comes up. Might become a lesson to lean into those instincts he tries to suppress. The longer he's here on his own, the more he's going to have to listen to himself, do what comes naturally to him.
... He's not there yet. Really hopes he doesn't get there. But it's probably inevitable, isn't it.)
Pretty sure he fucking hates that smile. His stare is flat. Amos isn't one for dancing around something like this, but that's where they are now, huh. He wants to be a better person, all on his own? Time to dance around the issue. Let it breathe. ]
Don't really dress up for things. Not that. It's not... [ Of all people, this is who he's talking about sex with? Really? ] Someone'll be the right person, in the moment. That's all.
[ Class or quality of people shouldn't even be a factor. What is he doing, engaging with this. ]
Fabric feels nice, at least.
[ Why is he trying to reach out with an olive branch.
The topic of safety is almost better. Or maybe worse, considering the way Nero just cuts right through everything. He hasn't done anything, so he'll be treated well. Being safe without being safe. All of it.
Amos needs another drink, so he takes one. So long as they aren't going to actually get into a fight here and now. He swallows, thick, like there's something creeping up in his throat he can't dislodge. ]
Dull shouldn't be so bad, either. [ It shouldn't. You can live in ignorant bliss? Good for you. Take it and hold onto it if you can; not everyone gets that chance. ] There are worse ways to live. That guy — [ Oliver — ] said this place is neutral. So they can sidestep the war. Stay safe.
[ Even when they aren't actually safe. Because yeah, he gets it; safety is so easy to break, shatter, never really have. And once you've lost it, you never really get it back. Everything that's coming out of Amos' mouth is wishful thinking, and he knows it; so badly wants for this to work out that he'll indulge in it.
So he's just delaying the inevitable. Amos eyes Nero. Dangerous as he is, he's also right. Which probably makes things that much worse. ]
The people here should get to hold onto that as long as they can.
[ Shit, maybe he can help them. And... that's the only way to feel like part of something here. Fighting to protect others when he doesn't want there to be a fight to begin with.
Another drink. Nero, you kind of suck for bringing all of this up. ]
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(He'll probably blame himself a whole lot, down the line, if it comes up. Might become a lesson to lean into those instincts he tries to suppress. The longer he's here on his own, the more he's going to have to listen to himself, do what comes naturally to him.
... He's not there yet. Really hopes he doesn't get there. But it's probably inevitable, isn't it.)
Pretty sure he fucking hates that smile. His stare is flat. Amos isn't one for dancing around something like this, but that's where they are now, huh. He wants to be a better person, all on his own? Time to dance around the issue. Let it breathe. ]
Don't really dress up for things. Not that. It's not... [ Of all people, this is who he's talking about sex with? Really? ] Someone'll be the right person, in the moment. That's all.
[ Class or quality of people shouldn't even be a factor. What is he doing, engaging with this. ]
Fabric feels nice, at least.
[ Why is he trying to reach out with an olive branch.
The topic of safety is almost better. Or maybe worse, considering the way Nero just cuts right through everything. He hasn't done anything, so he'll be treated well. Being safe without being safe. All of it.
Amos needs another drink, so he takes one. So long as they aren't going to actually get into a fight here and now. He swallows, thick, like there's something creeping up in his throat he can't dislodge. ]
Dull shouldn't be so bad, either. [ It shouldn't. You can live in ignorant bliss? Good for you. Take it and hold onto it if you can; not everyone gets that chance. ] There are worse ways to live. That guy — [ Oliver — ] said this place is neutral. So they can sidestep the war. Stay safe.
[ Even when they aren't actually safe. Because yeah, he gets it; safety is so easy to break, shatter, never really have. And once you've lost it, you never really get it back. Everything that's coming out of Amos' mouth is wishful thinking, and he knows it; so badly wants for this to work out that he'll indulge in it.
So he's just delaying the inevitable. Amos eyes Nero. Dangerous as he is, he's also right. Which probably makes things that much worse. ]
The people here should get to hold onto that as long as they can.
[ Shit, maybe he can help them. And... that's the only way to feel like part of something here. Fighting to protect others when he doesn't want there to be a fight to begin with.
Another drink. Nero, you kind of suck for bringing all of this up. ]