Amos definitely doesn't mind the change in subject. There's only so much you can talk about shit that already happened. And, really, it's kind of pointless. The future, though — here — that's been a topic he's been avoiding, because outside of do whatever Himeka says, probably, he doesn't have any answers.
Gonna have to start thinking about it at some point, though. It's nonsensical for him to be putting it off as long as he has, but he's never been this adrift before. Even when he was between jobs back in his own universe, he could still find another one eventually. Here? His skillset is several centuries ahead. Not sure what to do with that.
He gives a small laugh — more of a huff, really — in response to Estinien's statement. Sure did. "He said it was reclusive and neutral," Amos answers. "It's better that I'm somewhere like that."
Left alone. Somewhere where he probably won't hurt anyone, too. Or at least where the chances are lesser. He usually ends up hurting people regardless, fucking up, because, well, he's him. Amos gives his own glance around the tavern, at all of the people here he doesn't know, hopefully won't wreck.
Except that kind of seems like a big ask. He doesn't fit in here. Doesn't fit in most places, but this one's not looking great for him, either. After a moment, he turns back to Estinien. "Think I might be heading west soon, though. Tertiary Settlement." He's been thinking about it for a bit now. Just hasn't... told anybody. Not like there's anybody to tell — until now, apparently. "Even if this place isn't as nice as it seems, I don't... I don't know what to do with all of this."
Not like saying it out loud does anything, but he does surprise himself by vocalizing where his mind's at. It's the truth, though. He doesn't. Leaving kind of seems like the only answer, so he'll do that. Better luck elsewhere. And if that doesn't turn out to be the case, he'll figure out what to do then.
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Gonna have to start thinking about it at some point, though. It's nonsensical for him to be putting it off as long as he has, but he's never been this adrift before. Even when he was between jobs back in his own universe, he could still find another one eventually. Here? His skillset is several centuries ahead. Not sure what to do with that.
He gives a small laugh — more of a huff, really — in response to Estinien's statement. Sure did. "He said it was reclusive and neutral," Amos answers. "It's better that I'm somewhere like that."
Left alone. Somewhere where he probably won't hurt anyone, too. Or at least where the chances are lesser. He usually ends up hurting people regardless, fucking up, because, well, he's him. Amos gives his own glance around the tavern, at all of the people here he doesn't know, hopefully won't wreck.
Except that kind of seems like a big ask. He doesn't fit in here. Doesn't fit in most places, but this one's not looking great for him, either. After a moment, he turns back to Estinien. "Think I might be heading west soon, though. Tertiary Settlement." He's been thinking about it for a bit now. Just hasn't... told anybody. Not like there's anybody to tell — until now, apparently. "Even if this place isn't as nice as it seems, I don't... I don't know what to do with all of this."
Not like saying it out loud does anything, but he does surprise himself by vocalizing where his mind's at. It's the truth, though. He doesn't. Leaving kind of seems like the only answer, so he'll do that. Better luck elsewhere. And if that doesn't turn out to be the case, he'll figure out what to do then.