Understanding washes over Amos. Oh. He's like him. Not exactly — years around Holden, years more yet around Naomi, and he's never once thought to adopt their morals, let alone vocalize them — but following people who can help you make sure you're doing the right thing. Or at least trying to. So... that probably speaks well of Himeka, doesn't it. Keeps driving the point home: she's someone for him to follow. There's even a precedent now.
Also, fuck it, he's an open person where most things are concerned. Nothing to hide. Things are better off with all cards on the table, anyway. So.
"Helps when you know you're playing for the right team, don't it," Amos offers. Another swig of beer. "Especially when you can't always tell on your own. Believing in better things isn't for me. Being around people who do, though. Helping them. I can do that much. You're still alive, you're still out there doing shit, might as well be with the right people."
He shrugs. That's just what life is: trying to do the least amount of damage to others as possible. His track record has been pretty good as of late, he thinks. He's also alone now, in an uncertain situation. There's Himeka, but this isn't space, this isn't sharing the same pocket of air as a couple of other people, around them all day, every day — he can't spend every second around her, nor around her friend, evidently, and in the downtimes... who's to say.
Though, her friend.
"You familiar with places like this?" Amos asks, bright with curiosity. Seems pertinent now. It's a problem he doesn't know how to fit in, yeah, and he isn't sure what it might mean if Estinien's apparent success just comes to him naturally. Probably means he'll never be able to learn for himself, though what else is new. "I like what they're doing here. Never seen anything like it before."
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Also, fuck it, he's an open person where most things are concerned. Nothing to hide. Things are better off with all cards on the table, anyway. So.
"Helps when you know you're playing for the right team, don't it," Amos offers. Another swig of beer. "Especially when you can't always tell on your own. Believing in better things isn't for me. Being around people who do, though. Helping them. I can do that much. You're still alive, you're still out there doing shit, might as well be with the right people."
He shrugs. That's just what life is: trying to do the least amount of damage to others as possible. His track record has been pretty good as of late, he thinks. He's also alone now, in an uncertain situation. There's Himeka, but this isn't space, this isn't sharing the same pocket of air as a couple of other people, around them all day, every day — he can't spend every second around her, nor around her friend, evidently, and in the downtimes... who's to say.
Though, her friend.
"You familiar with places like this?" Amos asks, bright with curiosity. Seems pertinent now. It's a problem he doesn't know how to fit in, yeah, and he isn't sure what it might mean if Estinien's apparent success just comes to him naturally. Probably means he'll never be able to learn for himself, though what else is new. "I like what they're doing here. Never seen anything like it before."