He raises his eyebrows as the flame appears out of absolutely nowhere. That's. Amos remembers being drudged up from the well, the portal to get to the mines, but other than that, he hasn't seen a whole lot of magic here. And those were transportation methods, really. Fire appearing in someone's hand is up close and decidedly different.
So, holy shit.
"You didn't know magic before?" he asks. He's gotten the sense that some people here already came equipped with that knowledge. If Nadine could learn it...
Wonders what he could do with being able to conjure fire. Or whatever else might be possible. That's gonna stick with him, in the back of his mind, for as long as he's here. Shouldn't be possible. Apparently is. It'd be stupid not to do something with it.
That's not even close to his present, though. What is is that the people here think they're doing the right thing. They want people to help. Just... not him. That they'd rather lock him up than have him help. Which, yeah, Amos can't blame them. He wouldn't have even asked for his help for anything to begin with, so if they're stuck with him, prison would be the solution, huh. Still. It's not like it's something he wanted to have happen to him. Not like it's something he wants to think about now that he knows.
He pauses, silent for a moment, expression going blank. Then, voice small, "There are probably better ways to ask for help."
Holden, Naomi; they wouldn't treat people this way. That's all he has to go off of. And, huh. He's never really felt lonely before. But their absence is that much more obvious now, filling the air, solidifying it, could choke him if he didn't know better. So. That fucking sucks.
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So, holy shit.
"You didn't know magic before?" he asks. He's gotten the sense that some people here already came equipped with that knowledge. If Nadine could learn it...
Wonders what he could do with being able to conjure fire. Or whatever else might be possible. That's gonna stick with him, in the back of his mind, for as long as he's here. Shouldn't be possible. Apparently is. It'd be stupid not to do something with it.
That's not even close to his present, though. What is is that the people here think they're doing the right thing. They want people to help. Just... not him. That they'd rather lock him up than have him help. Which, yeah, Amos can't blame them. He wouldn't have even asked for his help for anything to begin with, so if they're stuck with him, prison would be the solution, huh. Still. It's not like it's something he wanted to have happen to him. Not like it's something he wants to think about now that he knows.
He pauses, silent for a moment, expression going blank. Then, voice small, "There are probably better ways to ask for help."
Holden, Naomi; they wouldn't treat people this way. That's all he has to go off of. And, huh. He's never really felt lonely before. But their absence is that much more obvious now, filling the air, solidifying it, could choke him if he didn't know better. So. That fucking sucks.