Oh no-- [ Matt protests faintly. For a moment, he's mirrored in his mind's eye; a ghostly double exposure of himself tells Amos no, no on that street in Venera. Then he recenters, landing back in the here and now. He shakes his head, gentle. ] Amos, no. You didn't do anything wrong. I can get feeling bad about what happened, like I feel--

Awful. That I couldn't help.

But it was an external force. It spread like a disease, but it was an entity that did all those things. It wasn't your fault it affected you.

[ Matt's being hypocritical, perhaps. Or maybe he is in denial. His questing, craning mind, concerned with future Legacy incursions and with the Aions' abilities to resist them, comprehends that Amos is blameless; he's just forgotten to put himself into that equation. ]