[ They're in full agreement, then, and there's something really pleasant about that. Hell, it's something Amos has needed ever since Venera — he hadn't seen Kaeya after everything had gone to shit. Probably wouldn't have done him any good if he had, anyway. But just knowing there's someone who wants to be around him, who he wants to be around in turn... All of the bullshit surrounding it doesn't really need to be said. This is enough. And if Amos dips into a lower moment of his own, he can remember that he has this.
It's good. There's a degree of responsibility that he feels, too, as he takes note of the dark aura coming from Kaeya's eyepatch, getting accustomed to the concept of true sight. They're kin. They're kin, and this is what they're supposed to do for each other, but Kaeya's quickly become someone he really does want to keep in his corner.
Amos slowly polishes off his glass as Kaeya answers, eyes on him, taking all of him in. For everything that's fucked with the world, there's a wave of fondness when Kaeya says that he's at home here. That this is where he belongs. ]
Think that's natural. You'll get there. [ He's... speaking from experience, but he doesn't quite know how to put it into words. ] I know it felt right when I first accepted it, but the longer I've been here, it feels... more right? That we're on the right path. We're doing the right thing.
[ And he kinda needs that, after Venera. Maybe they both do. ]
I don't know what the Pleroma are thinking. Glad you didn't end up with them, though. Glad someone brought you back here. It's weird, to think about how fucked up it would be if I'd ever been forced to be with them.
[ He can't imagine it. Amos had actively made the choice to accept the Kenoma. If he'd arrived here any later... if some Pleroma had scooped him up, brought him back with them... The thought is disconcerting.
He looks up at Kaeya, glad for the company after all. ... And then he looks down at the bottle, reaches to fill up his own glass again. He's glad for this part, too. He can be glad for lots of stuff in this moment. ]
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It's good. There's a degree of responsibility that he feels, too, as he takes note of the dark aura coming from Kaeya's eyepatch, getting accustomed to the concept of true sight. They're kin. They're kin, and this is what they're supposed to do for each other, but Kaeya's quickly become someone he really does want to keep in his corner.
Amos slowly polishes off his glass as Kaeya answers, eyes on him, taking all of him in. For everything that's fucked with the world, there's a wave of fondness when Kaeya says that he's at home here. That this is where he belongs. ]
Think that's natural. You'll get there. [ He's... speaking from experience, but he doesn't quite know how to put it into words. ] I know it felt right when I first accepted it, but the longer I've been here, it feels... more right? That we're on the right path. We're doing the right thing.
[ And he kinda needs that, after Venera. Maybe they both do. ]
I don't know what the Pleroma are thinking. Glad you didn't end up with them, though. Glad someone brought you back here. It's weird, to think about how fucked up it would be if I'd ever been forced to be with them.
[ He can't imagine it. Amos had actively made the choice to accept the Kenoma. If he'd arrived here any later... if some Pleroma had scooped him up, brought him back with them... The thought is disconcerting.
He looks up at Kaeya, glad for the company after all. ... And then he looks down at the bottle, reaches to fill up his own glass again. He's glad for this part, too. He can be glad for lots of stuff in this moment. ]