[ It hits him in that moment: he's the elder statesman here. He's older than Gray. He's been on Horos longer. He wants to look out for her, but at the end of the day he has seniority over her and with it, the ability — need, maybe — to give her direction when he is no longer capable of taking action himself.

He feels his hand spasming in that moment as if reminding him of that fact. Amos bites back a yell of pain as it really starts to seep in, shifts Rand's body to make sure he doesn't lose his hold on him.

(In that moment there's a faint groaning coming from the body he's holding, eyes cracking open for a couple of seconds, a glimpse of the situation unfolding in front of him. Rand's still alive, albeit slipping right back into unconsciousness.)

He hates this; he needs to go. Now. ]

Alright. [ Amos' words are for Gray only now; Abel has said nothing worth acknowledging. They're at war. They're enemies, and he's not giving up an asset for nothing. ] I gotta take this one back. Regent said capture Pleroma, so try to capture him too, if you can. Kill him if you can't.

[ Nothing personal, Abel.

And loathe as he is to leave this to Gray, to assign her with something that heavy, Amos has to believe there's a reason she's here. That she can handle doing something like this. So he gives her one last look — I trust you — before turning to make his way back to the prison, steps laboured, blood dripping from his hands, relying on his own strength to see him the rest of the way through.

(If Abel does anything to Gray then it will be personal, and he will hunt him down and fucking murder him.) ]