[ Her not fully understanding where he's coming from is more than fine by Amos; it's not like he entirely gets it, either, let alone how to word it. He looks back up at her as she continues, though, trading in pensiveness for curiosity. And maybe something that'd even be considered hope. ]
You think we're heroes?
[ It's a real question. Heroic is never an adjective he'd have given himself, but combining everything Misa's saying with where they're headed, and... maybe he is a hero now, stumbling across this opportunity. It doesn't feel right that it should be happening to him, but it is, so why argue it?
He turns to mimic her posture, hanging his arms over the railing. He looks out across the water a moment longer before turning back to her, and there's something like a smile on his face, his body language more self-assured. ]
Maybe we are, huh? I like this. Having a purpose.
[ That's what the people he'd respected, liked, maybe even loved the most back home always seemed to have. He'd follow their leads, because it seemed like the right thing to do, but couldn't always feel it himself. Now that he can? Guess they are heroes, after all. ]
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You think we're heroes?
[ It's a real question. Heroic is never an adjective he'd have given himself, but combining everything Misa's saying with where they're headed, and... maybe he is a hero now, stumbling across this opportunity. It doesn't feel right that it should be happening to him, but it is, so why argue it?
He turns to mimic her posture, hanging his arms over the railing. He looks out across the water a moment longer before turning back to her, and there's something like a smile on his face, his body language more self-assured. ]
Maybe we are, huh? I like this. Having a purpose.
[ That's what the people he'd respected, liked, maybe even loved the most back home always seemed to have. He'd follow their leads, because it seemed like the right thing to do, but couldn't always feel it himself. Now that he can? Guess they are heroes, after all. ]