Okay, yeah, they're on the same side. He doesn't know Flagg that well, but pretty sure he's not happy about being in prison, either, so, common goal. And when he'd said he knew people who had been welcomed, he really meant it, apparently.
Amos finishes off the cookie, leans against the cell bars properly now, letting his forearms dangle outside, off to the side from Nadine. Trying to keep as casual a posture as possible, like maybe that'll make him actually feel somewhat relaxed, forget about the ever-growing anxiety of being locked away, stripped of anything so much as resembling agency. Not really sure if it's working.
"Huh. Guess that explains where some of them went." He'd noticed their numbers had decreased by at least a little; probably better than them being executed or some shit. And yet he's still here, so it doesn't really mean anything to him. Pretty sure the only thing that's gonna get him out is someone dying, whether it's him or a whole lot of other people.
Trying not to think about that right now, especially not when he's got new company. Potentially very beneficial company. "Town makes sense. They took us up north to make us mine for them," he says. She probably already knows since her husband was there, too. It's the kind of thing you'd mention to a partner, he figures. "World's gotta be more than just this shit. The town as stuffy and self-important as this place?"
He probably could have tried to escape when they were off in the mines, but there wouldn't be anywhere to escape to, is the thing. At least, not as far as he knows. But if there's a town here, there's probably a whole lot more, so... some kind of destination might be possible. He figures any of that out, maybe he can go from there. Or at least not be here anymore.
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Amos finishes off the cookie, leans against the cell bars properly now, letting his forearms dangle outside, off to the side from Nadine. Trying to keep as casual a posture as possible, like maybe that'll make him actually feel somewhat relaxed, forget about the ever-growing anxiety of being locked away, stripped of anything so much as resembling agency. Not really sure if it's working.
"Huh. Guess that explains where some of them went." He'd noticed their numbers had decreased by at least a little; probably better than them being executed or some shit. And yet he's still here, so it doesn't really mean anything to him. Pretty sure the only thing that's gonna get him out is someone dying, whether it's him or a whole lot of other people.
Trying not to think about that right now, especially not when he's got new company. Potentially very beneficial company. "Town makes sense. They took us up north to make us mine for them," he says. She probably already knows since her husband was there, too. It's the kind of thing you'd mention to a partner, he figures. "World's gotta be more than just this shit. The town as stuffy and self-important as this place?"
He probably could have tried to escape when they were off in the mines, but there wouldn't be anywhere to escape to, is the thing. At least, not as far as he knows. But if there's a town here, there's probably a whole lot more, so... some kind of destination might be possible. He figures any of that out, maybe he can go from there. Or at least not be here anymore.