[ ... He had no idea there was a nerve to be hit on there.

Amos watches Emet-Selch through emotionless eyes, taking all of him in without much in the way of empathy. Just, this is a sore spot. Okay. ]

Then I'll have to work on that.

[ Which maybe explains the standstill. Amos' voice is cool, blank. He isn't taking offence, he isn't rising to any challenge; he simply is, and that's all. ]

Back home, only thing that mattered was who had the bigger stick. When I was a kid, it wasn't me. When I got bigger, it was. That's the only way I got to survive at all. Probably why things turned out the way they did.

[ He's an instinctual creature; he's operating off of instincts. Even if he's stripped down of everything else, he'll always have those, sometimes for the worse.

It's just time to develop some new ones is all. ]