[ Amos registers the way Hime slows, the way her demeanour shifts into something he's not used to seeing from her. Kinda only makes him like her more, maybe. People who outwardly think they're on the right side of things, who believe in themselves more than anything else, above others or a cause — they're not as good as they think they are. People who can quietly accept the idea that they're good people, the ones who actively try every day? They're the ones who actually are.
So, yeah. She's a good person. He huffs softly, some kind of amusement, at the idea of surrounding yourself with good people. That's exactly what he does. At the idea of it rubbing off one day? Well. ]
That's the dream.
[ And dreams aren't reality. That's what makes them dreams. They don't come true. Surrounding himself with good people is more a mitigation strategy than borne of any hope that he'll ever improve as a person. He's not capable of that.
Amos cocks his head at the idea of a void being an easier enemy. ] Suppose so. Anything people don't understand makes for a good target. [ And he's someone people don't really understand. Not that he's an easy target; anyone back home who's challenged him there has usually learned that quick enough. ] Shit, anything that don't got a face is probably a good target.
[ Face, no face; it doesn't make a difference to him. But he knows it usually does to other people. Just because he doesn't understand it doesn't mean he isn't aware.
He glances upwards in thought, back at Hime when he's gathered them. Not reminiscing, more just. Remembering, because he's starting to forget what day-in, day-out life was like on the Roci. It's been. A while now. ]
Up there? Boring shit, mostly. Keep a routine, like checking on the systems, making repairs so everything's holding up alright. Otherwise, you know, you die. That's shit for Naomi and I to do. Been working with her for years. Otherwise, you know, you eat, you sleep. We'd try to get our schedules cleared to all eat together once a week; just chat and hang out, I guess. There's not always a lot of time for that when you're running a skeleton crew like we do, but we all like each other, so. 'S important.
[ Okay, maybe he is reminiscing, at least a little. While he still can. Before it fades from memory. He doesn't think the experiences will, but how he'd feel in those moments, those family dinners... yeah. That'll probably disappear. Only a matter of time there, really.
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So, yeah. She's a good person. He huffs softly, some kind of amusement, at the idea of surrounding yourself with good people. That's exactly what he does. At the idea of it rubbing off one day? Well. ]
That's the dream.
[ And dreams aren't reality. That's what makes them dreams. They don't come true. Surrounding himself with good people is more a mitigation strategy than borne of any hope that he'll ever improve as a person. He's not capable of that.
Amos cocks his head at the idea of a void being an easier enemy. ] Suppose so. Anything people don't understand makes for a good target. [ And he's someone people don't really understand. Not that he's an easy target; anyone back home who's challenged him there has usually learned that quick enough. ] Shit, anything that don't got a face is probably a good target.
[ Face, no face; it doesn't make a difference to him. But he knows it usually does to other people. Just because he doesn't understand it doesn't mean he isn't aware.
He glances upwards in thought, back at Hime when he's gathered them. Not reminiscing, more just. Remembering, because he's starting to forget what day-in, day-out life was like on the Roci. It's been. A while now. ]
Up there? Boring shit, mostly. Keep a routine, like checking on the systems, making repairs so everything's holding up alright. Otherwise, you know, you die. That's shit for Naomi and I to do. Been working with her for years. Otherwise, you know, you eat, you sleep. We'd try to get our schedules cleared to all eat together once a week; just chat and hang out, I guess. There's not always a lot of time for that when you're running a skeleton crew like we do, but we all like each other, so. 'S important.
[ Okay, maybe he is reminiscing, at least a little. While he still can. Before it fades from memory. He doesn't think the experiences will, but how he'd feel in those moments, those family dinners... yeah. That'll probably disappear. Only a matter of time there, really.
Oh well. That's life. ]