[ Emet-Selch's words wash over him, and at first, Amos doesn't really comprehend the meaning in them. They're just sounds, random noises filling the air. Then he realizes they were directed at him; then he parses through what he remembers hearing and, ah. ]
Yeah.
[ His voice comes out rough, but not damaged. He just hasn't spoken in a bit, and fuck, he could really use some water.
Amos makes no move to get up, just turns his head in Emet-Selch's direction. The way he looks tired, too. Nowhere near the state Amos is in, but he's definitely seen him on better days. He watches him for a moment, then slips his eyes shut, exhaustion hitting him in another wave.
He's still plenty awake, though; his voice grows louder, closer to a normal speaking volume, as he presses on. ]
Guess I got you to thank for that, huh. [ He remembers Misa — he remembers getting up to try to move — he remembers running out of steam pretty quick, and now he's here, almost certainly thanks to Emet-Selch's efforts. ] Thanks.
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Yeah.
[ His voice comes out rough, but not damaged. He just hasn't spoken in a bit, and fuck, he could really use some water.
Amos makes no move to get up, just turns his head in Emet-Selch's direction. The way he looks tired, too. Nowhere near the state Amos is in, but he's definitely seen him on better days. He watches him for a moment, then slips his eyes shut, exhaustion hitting him in another wave.
He's still plenty awake, though; his voice grows louder, closer to a normal speaking volume, as he presses on. ]
Guess I got you to thank for that, huh. [ He remembers Misa — he remembers getting up to try to move — he remembers running out of steam pretty quick, and now he's here, almost certainly thanks to Emet-Selch's efforts. ] Thanks.
[ A beat, and he cracks his eyes open again. ]
You doing alright?