[Syrlya narrows is eyes. Not that he expected another answer, and he isn't going to offer up anything of his own.
But Amos' line of thinking is... dangerous. Makes him wary about where he'll be directed in the future, if he can justify anything for the sake of an ideal he thinks is righteous.
He wants take him out now, before that escalates--but the damage left by Gray is still sharp and even he has to admit he's not in shape for a fight.]
Well, I'm sure you'll have a lot to explain about why you've returned to the Regent empty handed.
[He waves a hand, concentrating a darker purple magic around him that disperses as he fades from view.]
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But Amos' line of thinking is... dangerous. Makes him wary about where he'll be directed in the future, if he can justify anything for the sake of an ideal he thinks is righteous.
He wants take him out now, before that escalates--but the damage left by Gray is still sharp and even he has to admit he's not in shape for a fight.]
Well, I'm sure you'll have a lot to explain about why you've returned to the Regent empty handed.
[He waves a hand, concentrating a darker purple magic around him that disperses as he fades from view.]