[ He hates how much sense Nero makes. It would have been insane to forego a uniform for absolutely nothing in some misguided attempt at asserting control over one's own life, and Amos was indeed toeing the line of his own breaking point. Not that he would've thrown the sack away just to make a point; he probably would've just gotten killed in it. Made himself more trouble than it would've been worth to keep him alive. And he probably would have been lucky to take out even just one guy along with him—
The flippant way in which Nero dismisses the entire topic at hand makes him furrow his brow. Amos gets it: sob stories aren't anything special, and his is no different. The way Nero seems to enjoy talking about the whole thing, though, before brushing it off — that, Amos doesn't get. Or like. It could just be a matter of personalities clashing, but it's pretty clear Nero isn't someone you just fuck around with. And these things add up.
So he blinks in surprise when Nero says he might still fight for this place, because that was maybe the last thing he thought he'd hear out of him. All this talk about everything being hopeless, pointless, and he'd still do something about it? Even if it took asking him, but... still?
Great. So Nero's dangerous and he can't even begin to understand where he's coming from. Seems like a bad recipe. ]
If I'm not fighting, think I'd just get the fuck out of dodge instead of sit around and watch. Someone else can do the telling.
[ Someone actually worthy of it. He almost gets the sentiment behind recording history. Almost. Seems like the kind of thing Cap would do; it's kind of what happened after the Cant. Except Cap would also stay, and fight, and probably die if it came to it. And Amos just... can't be bothered.
He cocks his head. ] Really? You'd help this place? [ Slight emphasis on you. Hey, effective first impression. ] Why?
[ Because Amos is pretty sure he wouldn't. If Himeka asked him to, he might, but outside of her... Yeah, he's got nothing here. ]
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The flippant way in which Nero dismisses the entire topic at hand makes him furrow his brow. Amos gets it: sob stories aren't anything special, and his is no different. The way Nero seems to enjoy talking about the whole thing, though, before brushing it off — that, Amos doesn't get. Or like. It could just be a matter of personalities clashing, but it's pretty clear Nero isn't someone you just fuck around with. And these things add up.
So he blinks in surprise when Nero says he might still fight for this place, because that was maybe the last thing he thought he'd hear out of him. All this talk about everything being hopeless, pointless, and he'd still do something about it? Even if it took asking him, but... still?
Great. So Nero's dangerous and he can't even begin to understand where he's coming from. Seems like a bad recipe. ]
If I'm not fighting, think I'd just get the fuck out of dodge instead of sit around and watch. Someone else can do the telling.
[ Someone actually worthy of it. He almost gets the sentiment behind recording history. Almost. Seems like the kind of thing Cap would do; it's kind of what happened after the Cant. Except Cap would also stay, and fight, and probably die if it came to it. And Amos just... can't be bothered.
He cocks his head. ] Really? You'd help this place? [ Slight emphasis on you. Hey, effective first impression. ] Why?
[ Because Amos is pretty sure he wouldn't. If Himeka asked him to, he might, but outside of her... Yeah, he's got nothing here. ]