[ He pauses from his own shaping of the tower to really look at Liem as he muses. As he works his way through all of this. As he tries to discern what his place must be.

Not like Amos is entirely certain of his. Not like he's the kind of person to offer a pep talk, or at least not a terribly effective one. He's more of a frontline guy, better in moments of action than downtime, for as much as a number of the kids have taken to him. For as straightforward as give them a good day at the beach is.

But he can try. ]

I think most of it's still pretty straightforward. [ He resumes his work then, moving up higher along the tower, creating something uniform. Ensuring that the sand at the base has something to support above it. ] Not like there was anyone like the Regent back where I was from. Or magic. Or demigods, or the idea we could change reality, or any of it. It's only been a couple months longer for me than it has been for you, but all of this is still pretty foreign to me. I think I get it, though. You got someone trying to do the right thing... someone better than any of us, so that's who you follow, right?

[ It isn't even worth entertaining the idea that there's some other force out there beyond the Regent and their influence. Amos looks back at Liem, earnestness written across his face. A lot of Horos is still weird to him, but this — this is something he knows. ]

Doesn't get much more straightforward than that.