[ There's that lump in his throat that won't go away, the churning in his gut. Amos inhales, nostrils flaring; it doesn't help. Didn't know why he thought it might. Nothing will at this stage.
He shoots Nadine a look instead. ]
Lady, you're not a fuckin' prisoner.
[ There's an edge to his voice; he likes her, or at least he thinks he does, but there's a limit. Wanting to keep kids safe is all well and good, but he's also been locked up, had every aspect of his life restricted for months now, and he only has a bit of frayed rope left to cling to. Doesn't know what he's going to do when it runs out, just knows that it will; wouldn't, if he was the one on the other side of those bars. ]
You know what you get to do? Come and go as you please. Eat shitty pastries whenever you want and bring the leftovers down here like that's supposed to make things better. [ He unclenches his fist then, finally, lets the remains fall to the ground. It's nothing to him. ] You need something to do? Go kill the fuckers who brought us here and figure it out after that.
[ It's what he would do except, you know, he's locked up, every aspect of his new life controlled, and he needs that part to end. Now. He's decidedly not a good person, and the longer he's down here, the less interested he is in finding someone to ever help him be one. ]
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He shoots Nadine a look instead. ]
Lady, you're not a fuckin' prisoner.
[ There's an edge to his voice; he likes her, or at least he thinks he does, but there's a limit. Wanting to keep kids safe is all well and good, but he's also been locked up, had every aspect of his life restricted for months now, and he only has a bit of frayed rope left to cling to. Doesn't know what he's going to do when it runs out, just knows that it will; wouldn't, if he was the one on the other side of those bars. ]
You know what you get to do? Come and go as you please. Eat shitty pastries whenever you want and bring the leftovers down here like that's supposed to make things better. [ He unclenches his fist then, finally, lets the remains fall to the ground. It's nothing to him. ] You need something to do? Go kill the fuckers who brought us here and figure it out after that.
[ It's what he would do except, you know, he's locked up, every aspect of his new life controlled, and he needs that part to end. Now. He's decidedly not a good person, and the longer he's down here, the less interested he is in finding someone to ever help him be one. ]