[ He spares a glance at her through his peripheral vision at I know. Stares back out at the water. When she speaks again, Amos stays still for a moment after, then drops his rod and turns to look at her again, eyes guarded.
He knows what she saw, then. Doesn't know how she knows, but he knows what, exactly, it was. He'd let his mind drift there, a not-quite-pleasant memory for the not-quite-pleasant time he's been having out in Solvunn — Himeka aside, until a minute ago — and. Well. There are worse things he could have remembered in that moment.
Better things too, though. He's not happy, but the edge is gone from his voice. He's wary, but he's not going to attack her or anything. (Unless he has to. This is new territory for him. And his day had gotten that much brighter when she'd shown up, until this.) ]
A kid.
[ That was him, yeah. He'd seen echoes of himself when he'd visited Baltimore for the first time as an adult not too long ago, too. Only that was him. His memories. This is.
Amos lets out an aggravated sigh, runs a hand through his hair in frustration, brushing back any strands that may have fallen onto his forehead. He doesn't know what to do with this. ]
How?
[ His voice goes from blunt to tired. He still doesn't answer her question. ]
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He knows what she saw, then. Doesn't know how she knows, but he knows what, exactly, it was. He'd let his mind drift there, a not-quite-pleasant memory for the not-quite-pleasant time he's been having out in Solvunn — Himeka aside, until a minute ago — and. Well. There are worse things he could have remembered in that moment.
Better things too, though. He's not happy, but the edge is gone from his voice. He's wary, but he's not going to attack her or anything. (Unless he has to. This is new territory for him. And his day had gotten that much brighter when she'd shown up, until this.) ]
A kid.
[ That was him, yeah. He'd seen echoes of himself when he'd visited Baltimore for the first time as an adult not too long ago, too. Only that was him. His memories. This is.
Amos lets out an aggravated sigh, runs a hand through his hair in frustration, brushing back any strands that may have fallen onto his forehead. He doesn't know what to do with this. ]
How?
[ His voice goes from blunt to tired. He still doesn't answer her question. ]