[ Not that it's funny. He doesn't understand Nero's sense of humour at all. It's not funny that the world works like this. It's a pretty fuckin' bad thing, actually, but clearly the elf's made up his mind. It's not worth arguing, if he even could come up with an argument. ]
There's a couple of people out here that I think I like. Maybe some I met in prison. I dunno. They're alright, I guess. But they're not my people.
[ That's what it comes down to for him. There's a grand total of four people he cares about, and none of them are here. Probably never will be. Anyone else just isn't that important. He gets Nero on that front; nobody else is really worth thinking about all that much. Nobody is really worth following.
Which is a big fucking problem, considering how the past twenty-ish years of his life have been built around finding a person with good morals and following them. Himeka's maybe the best candidate he's found here, but then he'd gone and left the Primary Settlement for the Tertiary. Because she's not his people.
He's really just screwing himself over, isn't he. Amos stares out at the wall for a moment before Nero gets his attention back. ]
Kids don't deserve it. [ His voice is firm. That's it. That's the criteria, and he's not going to budge on that. Best way to get on Amos' shit list would be to argue with him on that front, indicate you'd hurt a kid.
He watches Nero's fingers drum against his chest. Does not match his smile, does not even come close, his own mouth a small line, they're not buddies, but, ] Guess we are.
[ Executioners. Amos doesn't even think about killing. Someone poses a threat, take them out. Killing someone is the easiest way to remove a problem, just do it. There's no moral quandary, no great philosophical question; you kill someone who has to go and it's over with and you move on. He has to be reminded that's not actually the case, and even then. As far as his worldview is concerned, it is.
They have too much in common with one another. Amos can live with himself — it's maybe the one thing he's good at — but that's pretty much where he draws the line. He knows he doesn't take glee in things like Nero seems to. He just. Is.
Stares down at Nero, still lying in his obnoxious position across the table.
Could walk away. Could've left at any time. Hasn't. Doesn't. ]
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[ Not that it's funny. He doesn't understand Nero's sense of humour at all. It's not funny that the world works like this. It's a pretty fuckin' bad thing, actually, but clearly the elf's made up his mind. It's not worth arguing, if he even could come up with an argument. ]
There's a couple of people out here that I think I like. Maybe some I met in prison. I dunno. They're alright, I guess. But they're not my people.
[ That's what it comes down to for him. There's a grand total of four people he cares about, and none of them are here. Probably never will be. Anyone else just isn't that important. He gets Nero on that front; nobody else is really worth thinking about all that much. Nobody is really worth following.
Which is a big fucking problem, considering how the past twenty-ish years of his life have been built around finding a person with good morals and following them. Himeka's maybe the best candidate he's found here, but then he'd gone and left the Primary Settlement for the Tertiary. Because she's not his people.
He's really just screwing himself over, isn't he. Amos stares out at the wall for a moment before Nero gets his attention back. ]
Kids don't deserve it. [ His voice is firm. That's it. That's the criteria, and he's not going to budge on that. Best way to get on Amos' shit list would be to argue with him on that front, indicate you'd hurt a kid.
He watches Nero's fingers drum against his chest. Does not match his smile, does not even come close, his own mouth a small line, they're not buddies, but, ] Guess we are.
[ Executioners. Amos doesn't even think about killing. Someone poses a threat, take them out. Killing someone is the easiest way to remove a problem, just do it. There's no moral quandary, no great philosophical question; you kill someone who has to go and it's over with and you move on. He has to be reminded that's not actually the case, and even then. As far as his worldview is concerned, it is.
They have too much in common with one another. Amos can live with himself — it's maybe the one thing he's good at — but that's pretty much where he draws the line. He knows he doesn't take glee in things like Nero seems to. He just. Is.
Stares down at Nero, still lying in his obnoxious position across the table.
Could walk away. Could've left at any time. Hasn't. Doesn't. ]
Amos.