[ Tyrant. Jesus. Amos practically rolls his eyes at the word; way to be dramatic.
He continues stalking towards Syrlya, fists balled up and ready to strike should he get close enough, but for now he's gonna let the other set the pace. He pays no mind to the way the streets empty around them, to the way some are surely watching all of this unfold. For as long as Syrlya keeps backing up, it's little more than glorified theatre — theatre that he's provoked, theatre that Amos would be doing everyone a favour by putting a stop to.
But for now, he follows his lead, waiting to see where he's gonna take him. ]
You think wanting to make a better world is tyranny? You think wanting to put an end to all suffering is tyranny? What pampered ass world did you come from?
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He continues stalking towards Syrlya, fists balled up and ready to strike should he get close enough, but for now he's gonna let the other set the pace. He pays no mind to the way the streets empty around them, to the way some are surely watching all of this unfold. For as long as Syrlya keeps backing up, it's little more than glorified theatre — theatre that he's provoked, theatre that Amos would be doing everyone a favour by putting a stop to.
But for now, he follows his lead, waiting to see where he's gonna take him. ]
You think wanting to make a better world is tyranny? You think wanting to put an end to all suffering is tyranny? What pampered ass world did you come from?