[ Her admission that she's killed, too, elicits something gentle in him. His features, his voice soften. It's a two-fold response: that Himeka actually does understand some part of him — and with it comes something that could be construed as protective. Because good people shouldn't have to kill, and she's a good person—
She saw a part of his past that he doesn't, hasn't, would have never shared with anyone.
Amos looks down at the rocks that make up the shore to compensate. It's. He doesn't want to think about it. The whole question of killing people, for whatever reason, is much easier, so, back to that.
He looks back up at her with a shrug. ]
Yeah, it was about survival. And it worked. Some guy died, but me and Peaches got to live. I don't really care about anything more than that.
[ He stops, frowns. His gaze drifts in the direction of the town centre that actually makes up the Tertiary Settlement, the small and sparse buildings that can be seen grouped together in the distance, further back of the gulf. ]
I'd do it again, is the thing. Wouldn't think twice about it. Haven't had to here, but, you know. If shit went south, wouldn't be anything stopping me. Shouldn't be the case, but it is.
[ It's a plainly stated fact. He doesn't threaten; he just acts. He's dangerous without someone to guide him; hell, sometimes even with, if things get desperate enough. Though apparently desperation is understandable, but, still. Not like that makes it a good thing — especially not when it's his natural instinct. ]
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[ Her admission that she's killed, too, elicits something gentle in him. His features, his voice soften. It's a two-fold response: that Himeka actually does understand some part of him — and with it comes something that could be construed as protective. Because good people shouldn't have to kill, and she's a good person—
She saw a part of his past that he doesn't, hasn't, would have never shared with anyone.
Amos looks down at the rocks that make up the shore to compensate. It's. He doesn't want to think about it. The whole question of killing people, for whatever reason, is much easier, so, back to that.
He looks back up at her with a shrug. ]
Yeah, it was about survival. And it worked. Some guy died, but me and Peaches got to live. I don't really care about anything more than that.
[ He stops, frowns. His gaze drifts in the direction of the town centre that actually makes up the Tertiary Settlement, the small and sparse buildings that can be seen grouped together in the distance, further back of the gulf. ]
I'd do it again, is the thing. Wouldn't think twice about it. Haven't had to here, but, you know. If shit went south, wouldn't be anything stopping me. Shouldn't be the case, but it is.
[ It's a plainly stated fact. He doesn't threaten; he just acts. He's dangerous without someone to guide him; hell, sometimes even with, if things get desperate enough. Though apparently desperation is understandable, but, still. Not like that makes it a good thing — especially not when it's his natural instinct. ]