[ It's odd, seeing parts of himself reflected back at him like this. Aetós is decidedly not Amos, nor is the reverse true, but in any other situation, he'd be responding just as simply, just as emotionally uninvolved. If Adelfoúla had been in an adult's body, they never would have reached this point at all.

But this is the one case in which he can't be cold. Can't divest himself from acknowledging personhood, can't treat this like it's nothing. Because... she's still a kid. ]

So you created a kid [ sometimes it's in one ear and out the other with him, huh ] to do what your bidding, and dispose of her when she's inconvenient. I get it, you got a way to bring her back, but that's still basically what you do.

[ He can't keep the disdain out of his voice, out of his feelings bleeding through communion, but a little something contemplative begins to slide in as well.

Because for as bullheaded as he is on this, Amos isn't stupid. He can tell they're about to go in circles with neither of them getting what they want; Aetós not getting the shard fragment back and Amos not strong-arming them into letting her go. So. Probably time to start changing things up a bit from his end. ]

What do you need the one I got for? You have others, don't you?

[ To use, but he stamps down that rising anger within seconds. However successful he is, he's attempting to slide back into who he usually is — someone who normally would be able to have a perfectly reasonable conversation with this guy. ]