[ Amos is receptive to Yuya's bringing him in. Pliable. Like he really is just a tool for others to operate, and right now, it's Yuya's turn. But there's an earnestness to the moment, so of course he'll comply. Wants to.
He brings himself down, does everything he needs to do for Yuya to be as comfortable as possible in explaining this. This is rapidly going downhill, and the very, very least Amos can do is give him this much.
He's silent as he tries to digest this. It's clearly important to Yuya. It was real. And he gets it, the fact that people are violent, that they deserve to be destroyed. They're on the same page there — or, rather, he was on the same page as past Yuya, and for a different reason.
Amos inhales, exhales, deep. ]
Spirts.
[ He keeps his voice lowered, matching Yuya, but that's about it. His tone is empty, expression shifting into something carefully blank. ]
The spirits were hurting, so you... tried to do it for them.
[ And he's trying to understand. He's really trying here. It's just. Spirits aren't a thing where he's from. It's getting a little hard to reconcile, especially when Amos has something so much more pressing at the front of his mind. ]
Would you have done it for me?
[ It's a very literal question, if evidenced by the way he's slipping into something detached, like this isn't exactly a place he can go, but... he needs to know now. ]
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He brings himself down, does everything he needs to do for Yuya to be as comfortable as possible in explaining this. This is rapidly going downhill, and the very, very least Amos can do is give him this much.
He's silent as he tries to digest this. It's clearly important to Yuya. It was real. And he gets it, the fact that people are violent, that they deserve to be destroyed. They're on the same page there — or, rather, he was on the same page as past Yuya, and for a different reason.
Amos inhales, exhales, deep. ]
Spirts.
[ He keeps his voice lowered, matching Yuya, but that's about it. His tone is empty, expression shifting into something carefully blank. ]
The spirits were hurting, so you... tried to do it for them.
[ And he's trying to understand. He's really trying here. It's just. Spirits aren't a thing where he's from. It's getting a little hard to reconcile, especially when Amos has something so much more pressing at the front of his mind. ]
Would you have done it for me?
[ It's a very literal question, if evidenced by the way he's slipping into something detached, like this isn't exactly a place he can go, but... he needs to know now. ]