[ In almost any other situation, in almost any other world, Amos would feel for him. To experience tragedy that horrific when you're that young. To be taken and used, no matter the justifications those in charge say to tell themselves that what they're doing is for the greater good, whether a kid gets to be a kid or not. He would have a problem with it. Would want to protect Yuuta from it.
But here it's completely irrelevant, and he will kill him if he has to. It's not a great feeling, but it also isn't one he'll shy away from; when this is done and over with, when he's left to lick his wounds and reflect on everything that went wrong over the course of this operation, Amos will have to come to terms with the fact that he was willing to end the life (temporarily or not) of someone so young just because they were going against the Regent.
... He's not going to have a problem with it. He doesn't need a reason to kill, ever. Never has, never will; but at least here, for all the difference it doesn't really make, he has one. He would say it's good that Yuuta doesn't have a killer instinct for multiple reasons — it advantages him, it means Yuuta's still a good person.
Hell, he's probably still a good person if it turns out Yuuta does have one and it simply isn't always active. Except for the telltale aura of the Pleroma contradicting that, explicitly identifying Yuuta as a bad person, so. Here they are.
He'd been starting to pull his fist back to hit Yuuta again when he'd dropped the sword; that had been all the moment of pause that Yuuta would need, give him a clear opening to nail Amos, send him straight to the ground, winded and bleeding from his nose, his mouth, from the deep cuts on his palms reopening (and it's not as though from the past day he has a lot of blood left to spare). He has strength and not endurance, and any semblance of the latter he feels burning under his skin, longing to come out and take over, is so far away it might as well not actually be there.
Amos groans from his prone position, forcing himself to stand back up; coughs up blood, spitting it on the ground as he gets back to his feet, staring at this.
kid.
still just a kid, and he does not care.
There is almost certainly internal damage. Amos stares at Yuuta, expression unreadable, face completely blank, devoid of anything that could possibly be going on upstairs.
And then he bares his teeth and lunges straight for Yuuta's shard, aiming to rip it from his body if he can. ]
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But here it's completely irrelevant, and he will kill him if he has to. It's not a great feeling, but it also isn't one he'll shy away from; when this is done and over with, when he's left to lick his wounds and reflect on everything that went wrong over the course of this operation, Amos will have to come to terms with the fact that he was willing to end the life (temporarily or not) of someone so young just because they were going against the Regent.
... He's not going to have a problem with it. He doesn't need a reason to kill, ever. Never has, never will; but at least here, for all the difference it doesn't really make, he has one. He would say it's good that Yuuta doesn't have a killer instinct for multiple reasons — it advantages him, it means Yuuta's still a good person.
Hell, he's probably still a good person if it turns out Yuuta does have one and it simply isn't always active. Except for the telltale aura of the Pleroma contradicting that, explicitly identifying Yuuta as a bad person, so. Here they are.
He'd been starting to pull his fist back to hit Yuuta again when he'd dropped the sword; that had been all the moment of pause that Yuuta would need, give him a clear opening to nail Amos, send him straight to the ground, winded and bleeding from his nose, his mouth, from the deep cuts on his palms reopening (and it's not as though from the past day he has a lot of blood left to spare). He has strength and not endurance, and any semblance of the latter he feels burning under his skin, longing to come out and take over, is so far away it might as well not actually be there.
Amos groans from his prone position, forcing himself to stand back up; coughs up blood, spitting it on the ground as he gets back to his feet, staring at this.
kid.
still just a kid, and he does not care.
There is almost certainly internal damage. Amos stares at Yuuta, expression unreadable, face completely blank, devoid of anything that could possibly be going on upstairs.
And then he bares his teeth and lunges straight for Yuuta's shard, aiming to rip it from his body if he can. ]