[ For such a simple question, it's hard to come up with an answer. Amos tilts his head, regarding her. Nobody's ever actually. Asked him before. ]

A good day, nothing. Keep my head down. Do my job. If something comes up, though. Someone won't get off my back, or fucks with my people. I'll take 'em out. Kill them, if nobody stops me first. [ He pauses, like he's recalling something. ] Before I got here? When I had to make that trek through a nuclear winter? I mean, you need supplies for that. Not like you ask nicely to get 'em. Didn't even think twice about it until the friend I was with said it was fucked up that I was basically planning on killing a guy to take his stuff. Good people aren't like that.

[ He hasn't forgotten about what's led to him talking about all of this. It's still in the back of his mind, and it still feels weird, that Himeka has seen a part of him now that nobody else has.

But explaining himself — that, he has no qualms about, and once he found the words, they came pretty easily. At the very least, it's a distraction, and one he's perfectly content to lean into. Something that makes sense. ]