[ That first statement gets as open an expression Amos is capable of giving. He stares up at Geralt, eyes focused, serious, honest. Like he's taking what Geralt is saying to heart. It became clear, early on, that the two had some kind of connection, an understanding of one another. (It's unfortunate that Amos now has all too clear an idea as to why, but that's in the past.)
He feels how empty the machine shop is. How empty the entire Roci is, really. Amos lays a hand on the worktable that feels so solid here, like he focused on bringing every atom that composes it into existence. How none of it is real. ]
No. No, it doesn't.
[ Speaking of things being in the past, he's living in it. Isn't inclined to let this particular part of it go. Not just yet, anyway. He's got nothing to replace it with.
The suggestion of a return to a normal routine, though, like nothing had ever happened to disrupt it... ]
Yeah, sure thing. [ That's plenty easy to commit to. If Geralt's fine, he's fine. Not like he hadn't returned to Baltimore; not like he hadn't ventured further into Ilus' depths. Once it's over, it's over. Whatever is up with that basement in Geralt's place — it's over with. ] Your friend told me to take a sword, last time I saw him. I keep it up in my cabin now. It's kinda cool, having one. Might have to get a real one sooner or later. [ Just for the hell of it. Amos sighs, lays a hand on the body of his reassembled shotgun. ] 'specially since I can't bring this bad boy out into the real world.
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He feels how empty the machine shop is. How empty the entire Roci is, really. Amos lays a hand on the worktable that feels so solid here, like he focused on bringing every atom that composes it into existence. How none of it is real. ]
No. No, it doesn't.
[ Speaking of things being in the past, he's living in it. Isn't inclined to let this particular part of it go. Not just yet, anyway. He's got nothing to replace it with.
The suggestion of a return to a normal routine, though, like nothing had ever happened to disrupt it... ]
Yeah, sure thing. [ That's plenty easy to commit to. If Geralt's fine, he's fine. Not like he hadn't returned to Baltimore; not like he hadn't ventured further into Ilus' depths. Once it's over, it's over. Whatever is up with that basement in Geralt's place — it's over with. ] Your friend told me to take a sword, last time I saw him. I keep it up in my cabin now. It's kinda cool, having one. Might have to get a real one sooner or later. [ Just for the hell of it. Amos sighs, lays a hand on the body of his reassembled shotgun. ] 'specially since I can't bring this bad boy out into the real world.