[ He'd never blame Hime for not noticing him before — not like he'd noticed her before, either. Once, he'd said he would rather die than be taken prisoner, and he'd meant it, freely allowed a gun to be pointed at the back of his head because it was better than the alternative. Here, he didn't even get the chance. So all of his energy has gone into trying to keep himself in check. Meet a few people, sure, try to protect the smallest among them, but trying to keep himself sane, first and foremost. Combine that with the fact he's never been particularly sociable to begin with, and it's easy to explain how he'd be looked over. He's worth looking over, anyway.
Hime... isn't. If she's anything like who she was in the Horizon — the parts that really matter, the friendliness, the caring, not her physical appearance — then she's a good person. Probably shouldn't be in here. So. Whatever he can do to help her, it's really the least of what he should be doing.
Can't help but glance down at her tail, because he's never met anyone with one before, before looking back into her eyes. Also not like any he's ever seen before, but with a warmth to them all the same.
He misses that warmth from his own people. Thinks he'd be doing a lot better if he had it. Maybe he's the moron for looking over her all this time. ]
Yeah.
[ His voice is small. Even being free of his memories, his history, had been nice. If he has to exist, that was maybe the best way to do it, or at least the way meant for him. And now even that's taken away, and in addition to once again having no freedom, he feels everything that he's lost that much stronger.
Amos pauses for a second. ]
The Rocinante. That was my ship's name. We just called her the Roci, though.
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Hime... isn't. If she's anything like who she was in the Horizon — the parts that really matter, the friendliness, the caring, not her physical appearance — then she's a good person. Probably shouldn't be in here. So. Whatever he can do to help her, it's really the least of what he should be doing.
Can't help but glance down at her tail, because he's never met anyone with one before, before looking back into her eyes. Also not like any he's ever seen before, but with a warmth to them all the same.
He misses that warmth from his own people. Thinks he'd be doing a lot better if he had it. Maybe he's the moron for looking over her all this time. ]
Yeah.
[ His voice is small. Even being free of his memories, his history, had been nice. If he has to exist, that was maybe the best way to do it, or at least the way meant for him. And now even that's taken away, and in addition to once again having no freedom, he feels everything that he's lost that much stronger.
Amos pauses for a second. ]
The Rocinante. That was my ship's name. We just called her the Roci, though.
[ Holy fuck, he misses her. ]