[ It'd almost be funny if he wasn't residually still pissed off from the whole thing.
Amos takes Rand in, the prone helplessness desperately trying to be anything but, and he inhales deep, nostrils flaring. Exhales loud enough that Rand can probably hear it, in the otherwise still silence that fills the air between the two of them. That fills the air throughout the cellblock, really.
He still doesn't move himself, too exhausted for it, sharp pain attacking his hands from multiple angles still too much of a distraction. When he answers, he doesn't bother to cover up the anger in his voice. Let it be on as much of a display as it wants. Let Rand know he really did fuck up here, and there are consequences for that. ]
You killed one of ours. [ Not an Aion. That, they could fix. But for as easy as it is for Amos to dismiss the life of anyone he doesn't know personally — and even then, sometimes — the Achamites are still his people, and now they're down one, and for no reason. ] What were you expecting would happen?
[ The general, blank amiability is gone. The patience to wait for Rand to come around one day, playing a long game is over. This is the man Moiraine had introduced to him; potentially worse, because he's made it personal now. Amos may not give him all the answers he wants — asked directly, abstractly, without asking at all, whatever — but he will be completely honest with him.
This is who I actually am. Strip away everything civilization expects from me, the love I hold for few people, and all you're left with is a rage-fuelled killer.
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Amos takes Rand in, the prone helplessness desperately trying to be anything but, and he inhales deep, nostrils flaring. Exhales loud enough that Rand can probably hear it, in the otherwise still silence that fills the air between the two of them. That fills the air throughout the cellblock, really.
He still doesn't move himself, too exhausted for it, sharp pain attacking his hands from multiple angles still too much of a distraction. When he answers, he doesn't bother to cover up the anger in his voice. Let it be on as much of a display as it wants. Let Rand know he really did fuck up here, and there are consequences for that. ]
You killed one of ours. [ Not an Aion. That, they could fix. But for as easy as it is for Amos to dismiss the life of anyone he doesn't know personally — and even then, sometimes — the Achamites are still his people, and now they're down one, and for no reason. ] What were you expecting would happen?
[ The general, blank amiability is gone. The patience to wait for Rand to come around one day, playing a long game is over. This is the man Moiraine had introduced to him; potentially worse, because he's made it personal now. Amos may not give him all the answers he wants — asked directly, abstractly, without asking at all, whatever — but he will be completely honest with him.
This is who I actually am. Strip away everything civilization expects from me, the love I hold for few people, and all you're left with is a rage-fuelled killer.
Hi. ]