[ Amos can't even possibly begin to understand the sensation of heartache, so he's left staring at Yuya. Soaking in his misery. The way he's so sure, in a way that Amos now knows he'll never be able to sway him by anything other than force. Something wells up in his throat, and he swallows, and it doesn't go away.

His voice is strained. ]

I don't know what they meant by that. [ That the Regent would smile at Yuya's end. He genuinely doesn't; it's the one remaining thing he can't reconcile. ] There's probably a bigger picture there. That we're not getting. That we can still avoid if—

[ The words die on his lips. If you come over. But if nothing else was motivating Yuya before, why would a threat against his life do it now.

He swallows again. It does nothing, again. There's some emotion rising up inside him well beyond his ability to comprehend and it's not going away and this is bad. ]

Look, I get it. I'm not a good person. I don't deserve to be here. But we are. The least we can do is get it right this time. Whole point is to make it so nobody hurts ever again... you're standing in the way of that.

[ Standing in Amos' way. The last time, he'd thrown Yuya into the lake surrounding their shrine. This is a marked shift. It's not going to be that easy again. ]