[ In hindsight, it's not exactly surprising that he doesn't get an answer.

Amos watches him for a long moment, waiting, before deciding fuck it. This isn't doing anything for him. He lets himself slowly slide down the wall, coming to a rest at the floor. Sitting down proper, legs splayed out before him, head tipped back against it and essentially on the exact same level as Rand.

Neither of them is exactly feeling hot, but one of them's clearly worse off than the other. Not in terms of anything physical. Before everything went inexplicably red, he remembers seeing that obvious shock and thinking, Good.

And it is good, albeit for an entirely different reason. Amos sighs, because at the end of the day, he has a fucked up kid in his possession. One he would kill without a second thought, but since Rand evidently doesn't want to go there after all... ]

That was your first time killing someone, wasn't it. [ It's more of a loll of his head than a tilt. ] That's a good thing if it's got you fucked up. Also means you probably shouldn't talk a big game if you can't handle it.