[ At least the autopilot makes sense. It's the one saving grace he's finding in the whole ordeal — at least Rand has accepted that something's going to happen to him. Pleading would just be annoying at this point, so it's nice the both of them don't have to go through that whole song and dance.

Where Rand is dulled, though, Amos is sharp edges, belied by the way he doesn't get up, makes no actual move on him. His body can't afford it right now, or at least he thinks it can't, so it's all in the voice. ]

If we wanted you dead, you'd be dead already. [ His eyes click over to the aura he can see coming from Rand's shard. Dead-dead, not temporarily. Give him a day or two, and he's pretty sure he could rip it out and crush it in his bare hand right in front of him.

He meets Rand's gaze again. ] Regent's gonna want you, though. Don't think you had to kill anyone to get their attention. Or even pull that little stunt you did a couple of days ago. But, [ a slight shrug of his shoulders, a shooting pain in his palms, where his fingers were, at the motion, and he takes a second to hiss through his teeth at the pain, ] maybe that just made you more interesting to them. Or not. Fuck if I know.

[ Fuck if he cares, really. But Rand's been a massive inconvenience to him from day one, and now he's finally — finally — getting a chance to rectify that.

Amos regards him coolly. ]

You're coming back to Achamoth when all this is over with. From there, it's out of my hands.

[ What an irritating phrase right now, actually. ]