[ He gets that resignation, actually. Wouldn't have thought it would resonate with him, but... yeah. When you lose your people. Your life. Amos is fine with how things are now, but considering how he spent most of his life in space, which is a non-starter for seemingly every person he's met on Horos... yeah.

The metaphor is a much easier topic, it's true; one that elicits a smile from Amos by its end. ]

That's right. Maybe you can find your church here again. I mean, not the same way, but... shit, I dunno. Just by sharing things like that. There's gotta be an audience, right? Seems like one of those universal things.

[ If he's receptive, then surely there are other people out there who will be. He looks at the base they've got going, starts smoothing it out a bit with the backside of his shovel. It's still a blank canvas. Won't be for long. ]

It's not that hard to find your place here, I don't think. No matter where we came from. Some things just translate over.