[ Her guarded walls are kinda nice, actually. Uncomplicated. His own sense of keeping things closed off is more instinctual than not, which means sometimes things slip through. Or nothing. Sometimes there's a whole lot of nothing.

Here he really is trying to be supportive, though. Especially at the idea of being feared just for existing.

There's a pause on Amos' end before he answers. ]

That's not us here. Not in Achamoth. Other parts of the continent, maybe. Doesn't really mean anything. You get used to it.

We're the ones they like here, though. That ain't gonna change.

Almost feels like it's been this way forever.