[ Amos' eyes click back up to Barnaby's, watching him. He's still and silent for longer than would be considered socially acceptable again, really considering his words — and not the fact that it's Barnaby, who he obviously has a complicated history with, saying them to him. He just takes that part for granted; in part because what's being said to him is more interesting than who it is saying it, in part because he's very much inebriated.

Eventually, ] 'm not giving up. [ He picks up his spoon again, shoves a healthy amount of stew in his mouth. ] Just... working through some stuff. I'll be fine. [ And he really does mean that. Disheveled mess that he is, as much as he certainly does not belong in public, there's a casual confidence to his words. ] I can do what we gotta do. Just. Need a little more time is all.

[ What we gotta do be bring about an end to reality as they know it. Same as any other job, really. Amos reaches down to collect more stew, hits an empty bowl. Looks back up, across at how much Barnaby has left. His eyes are still on his bowl when he speaks up again. ]

Not like it's up to us to decide what things'll look like. 's okay. Regent knows what they're doing.