[ Amos is familiar with absence — or at least, he thinks he is.
Rather, communing with him carries of sense of mutedness, of regular human emotions lurking far beneath the surface, there but faint. It could easily be mistaken for something empty, except when faced with something that distinctly is. Because Amos is, after all, still just a regular human. Traumatized and repressed, but human.
So at first, there's a sense of surprise. And when that voice speaks out, identifies itself: anger, low and simmering, but definitely above the threshold for what he usually feels. ]
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Rather, communing with him carries of sense of mutedness, of regular human emotions lurking far beneath the surface, there but faint. It could easily be mistaken for something empty, except when faced with something that distinctly is. Because Amos is, after all, still just a regular human. Traumatized and repressed, but human.
So at first, there's a sense of surprise. And when that voice speaks out, identifies itself: anger, low and simmering, but definitely above the threshold for what he usually feels. ]
Fuck off. So you can kill her again?
[ Yeah he's not having this at all. ]