[ It's a massive gut punch, and probably one strong enough to compound what she's already feeling.
Even if Amos couldn't take in all of her feelings, even if they didn't have that connection between them, he wouldn't try to downplay everything she's going through right now. The memories he's inadvertently drudged up—
No. This one isn't on him, actually. Because beyond the general desire to kill Ernesto for nearly killing him — a basic tit for tat — Amos doesn't really hold anything against him. Misa's own rage, though, exhausted as it is, is something he understands clearly, feels clearer than any other emotion he can pick up from her. Part of him wants to join her in it, so a part of him does, rising up to meet her own anger.
Even if they could've just brought him back sooner rather than later, Misa still had to relive that — and that's unacceptable. So he lets her anger feed his own, letting it seep into his voice, low and dangerous. ]
Alright. So we got two people to kill then. [ Like it'll be that easy, especially after they've already been bested once, but... fuck it, right? Fuck them. ] Soon as either of us gets a shot, they're dead.
[ He doesn't even know if he means dead-dead or the less permanent version. The one where the Regent gets Pleroma shards to do with as they will. In this world, normally he'd angle for the latter, but if Misa would rather they simply not exist at all anymore then... yeah. They can do that instead.
He doesn't take his eyes off of her form, a fondness reserved specifically for her mixed in with the flat stare of a killer. It's the sort of contradiction that makes up who he is — an indifference for just about everyone, but if it's his people getting hurt, then that can't stand. And this is a hurt that should go beyond comprehension. The fact that it doesn't, the fact that Misa now knows it as well as she does, is just. It's why they're here. ]
We're gonna make a world where that can never happen to anyone again, too. So it'll be okay.
[ Even if it's not right now. That's not a reassurance — it's a promise. ]
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Even if Amos couldn't take in all of her feelings, even if they didn't have that connection between them, he wouldn't try to downplay everything she's going through right now. The memories he's inadvertently drudged up—
No. This one isn't on him, actually. Because beyond the general desire to kill Ernesto for nearly killing him — a basic tit for tat — Amos doesn't really hold anything against him. Misa's own rage, though, exhausted as it is, is something he understands clearly, feels clearer than any other emotion he can pick up from her. Part of him wants to join her in it, so a part of him does, rising up to meet her own anger.
Even if they could've just brought him back sooner rather than later, Misa still had to relive that — and that's unacceptable. So he lets her anger feed his own, letting it seep into his voice, low and dangerous. ]
Alright. So we got two people to kill then. [ Like it'll be that easy, especially after they've already been bested once, but... fuck it, right? Fuck them. ] Soon as either of us gets a shot, they're dead.
[ He doesn't even know if he means dead-dead or the less permanent version. The one where the Regent gets Pleroma shards to do with as they will. In this world, normally he'd angle for the latter, but if Misa would rather they simply not exist at all anymore then... yeah. They can do that instead.
He doesn't take his eyes off of her form, a fondness reserved specifically for her mixed in with the flat stare of a killer. It's the sort of contradiction that makes up who he is — an indifference for just about everyone, but if it's his people getting hurt, then that can't stand. And this is a hurt that should go beyond comprehension. The fact that it doesn't, the fact that Misa now knows it as well as she does, is just. It's why they're here. ]
We're gonna make a world where that can never happen to anyone again, too. So it'll be okay.
[ Even if it's not right now. That's not a reassurance — it's a promise. ]