And the universe is a lot bigger than the world. Can't care about everybody.
[ So limiting your sense of empathy — if you even have one to begin with — to just a couple of people seems alright by him.
That said, unfortunately, Nero does have a point. Everyone dies. Very often, in Amos' life, it's by the hands of someone else. Sometimes those hands are his. Sometimes he wants to go after a different set of hands, if they've committed a wrong in some way. Everyone kills everyone else, and he's very much a part of that.
He keeps a straight face. Wouldn't ever occur to him to match Nero's movements or mannerisms, even subconsciously. Amos just is, and that means a lot of stillness, often no expression. His existence is practically clinical. ]
Can't fight the way the world works. Can only try to make sure the ones who don't deserve it don't die. Not a lot of those, but they're worth it.
[ And maybe the most conviction he'll have on anything. He stares at Nero as he flops over, tilts his head slightly. Guy's gotta be dramatic, huh.
He doesn't answer right away, letting the silence on his end drag out for a couple of minutes. ]
No. [ Can't say he isn't honest, at least. ] I'm trying. Don't always succeed. That don't really count for much, but.
[ A lopsided shrug, one shoulder bobbing in the movement. What're you gonna do. It's not like he's going to admit to this guy, of all people, that he needs help. (That he's pretty sure there isn't any help out here. That maybe by choosing to live in the Tertiary Settlement, he's only dooming himself after all.)
Doesn't really make much of a difference, either, that Nero apparently hates the idea. Bad people are still bad people. They're just two different kinds. ]
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And the universe is a lot bigger than the world. Can't care about everybody.
[ So limiting your sense of empathy — if you even have one to begin with — to just a couple of people seems alright by him.
That said, unfortunately, Nero does have a point. Everyone dies. Very often, in Amos' life, it's by the hands of someone else. Sometimes those hands are his. Sometimes he wants to go after a different set of hands, if they've committed a wrong in some way. Everyone kills everyone else, and he's very much a part of that.
He keeps a straight face. Wouldn't ever occur to him to match Nero's movements or mannerisms, even subconsciously. Amos just is, and that means a lot of stillness, often no expression. His existence is practically clinical. ]
Can't fight the way the world works. Can only try to make sure the ones who don't deserve it don't die. Not a lot of those, but they're worth it.
[ And maybe the most conviction he'll have on anything. He stares at Nero as he flops over, tilts his head slightly. Guy's gotta be dramatic, huh.
He doesn't answer right away, letting the silence on his end drag out for a couple of minutes. ]
No. [ Can't say he isn't honest, at least. ] I'm trying. Don't always succeed. That don't really count for much, but.
[ A lopsided shrug, one shoulder bobbing in the movement. What're you gonna do. It's not like he's going to admit to this guy, of all people, that he needs help. (That he's pretty sure there isn't any help out here. That maybe by choosing to live in the Tertiary Settlement, he's only dooming himself after all.)
Doesn't really make much of a difference, either, that Nero apparently hates the idea. Bad people are still bad people. They're just two different kinds. ]