[ Amos' eyes zero in on the bandages, on the blood still visible on them. Even though the absolute worst of it has to be over now, it's still a terrible sight; the whole point of him is to take the brunt for people who can't, and now here he is, laid up alongside Misa. He'd fucked up, and look where it had gotten her.
He frowns at the thought, at the mention of one of the first communions they'd all shared all those months ago. Too much has happened since then. It's probably all outdated now; he can barely remember. ]
Yeah. Show me when you can. [ Her exhaustion is starting to make him feel exhausted again — that, and the part where he's suffered his fair share of injuries over the past few days — and it seeps into his voice, as much as he tries to keep it out. ] I guess that means they see you as a threat, at least. So. Could be worse.
[ ... That is an attempt at a joke, yes.
He lets his eyes slip shut for a moment, though his voice comes out stronger when he speaks again, like the action has let him redirect his energies to where they need to be. She needs to hear him for this; this is something he needs to say. ]
I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you. Feel like that was part of the deal we made a while back, and you got hurt anyway. So. I fucked that up, and I'm sorry.
[ He should be the one getting shot, not her. So, yes — Misa is unequivocally a victim in all of this, and he'll kick himself for a bit for letting things get that far. At least until he can actually do something about it later. ]
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He frowns at the thought, at the mention of one of the first communions they'd all shared all those months ago. Too much has happened since then. It's probably all outdated now; he can barely remember. ]
Yeah. Show me when you can. [ Her exhaustion is starting to make him feel exhausted again — that, and the part where he's suffered his fair share of injuries over the past few days — and it seeps into his voice, as much as he tries to keep it out. ] I guess that means they see you as a threat, at least. So. Could be worse.
[ ... That is an attempt at a joke, yes.
He lets his eyes slip shut for a moment, though his voice comes out stronger when he speaks again, like the action has let him redirect his energies to where they need to be. She needs to hear him for this; this is something he needs to say. ]
I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you. Feel like that was part of the deal we made a while back, and you got hurt anyway. So. I fucked that up, and I'm sorry.
[ He should be the one getting shot, not her. So, yes — Misa is unequivocally a victim in all of this, and he'll kick himself for a bit for letting things get that far. At least until he can actually do something about it later. ]