[ He doesn't pick up on Matt's lack of enthusiasm for the notion. Killing isn't a big deal to Amos; it's just something he does when the need arises, and there's a clear need here: that thing was a threat to him, it needs to be killed. Simple as that. He has no clue what the how of killing it is, but that can come later. This is more important right now.
This is... it is a contingency plan, but it's also more than that. This isn't really something Amos does. His past stays in his past. It's come up a few times, but almost never in a situation like this, no immediate need, no direct link. Just a quiet moment where they have all the time in the world, which is counter to their experience in that cavern all those months ago, funnily enough.
His smile is wry. ]
Why the hell not, right? [ There's humour in his tone, a self-deprecating smile on his face, but he doesn't really mean any of it. Just. It's there, this all sucks, but... ] Might as well get the full story after whatever the hell those first couple of days were. Really can't get any worse, can it.
[ He slips into silence, his expression going neutral, blank, along with it. Amos breaks Matt's gaze then, but only for a second. Looks off into a dark corner of his living space, and then back at him. ]
So, place I was born really wasn't that great. Mostly run by gangs. Cops and security forces and who-the-fuck-ever would occasionally come in, but really, it was status quo with a different coat of paint. Gangs had their territory for the most part, their trades. One of 'em was prostitution. [ A deeper inhale, a deadened expression on exhale, though his casual tone of voice doesn't change. ] Overpopulation was a problem, so government tried to keep a lid on that sort of thing, but... you know. Human nature. So if a prostitute gets knocked up, and then you got a subset of guys who get off on that sort of thing, then you let them carry the kid to term and...
[ He gestures at himself. You get me. ]
Only now gang's got a kid to deal with. So. They put them to work, too.
[ A beat of silence. He doesn't look away, gauging Matt's reaction, fully detached, before deciding to add a little more context. ]
I was five. Don't remember how old I was when it stopped. Just that it eventually did.
cw discussion of prostitution, child prostitution
This is... it is a contingency plan, but it's also more than that. This isn't really something Amos does. His past stays in his past. It's come up a few times, but almost never in a situation like this, no immediate need, no direct link. Just a quiet moment where they have all the time in the world, which is counter to their experience in that cavern all those months ago, funnily enough.
His smile is wry. ]
Why the hell not, right? [ There's humour in his tone, a self-deprecating smile on his face, but he doesn't really mean any of it. Just. It's there, this all sucks, but... ] Might as well get the full story after whatever the hell those first couple of days were. Really can't get any worse, can it.
[ He slips into silence, his expression going neutral, blank, along with it. Amos breaks Matt's gaze then, but only for a second. Looks off into a dark corner of his living space, and then back at him. ]
So, place I was born really wasn't that great. Mostly run by gangs. Cops and security forces and who-the-fuck-ever would occasionally come in, but really, it was status quo with a different coat of paint. Gangs had their territory for the most part, their trades. One of 'em was prostitution. [ A deeper inhale, a deadened expression on exhale, though his casual tone of voice doesn't change. ] Overpopulation was a problem, so government tried to keep a lid on that sort of thing, but... you know. Human nature. So if a prostitute gets knocked up, and then you got a subset of guys who get off on that sort of thing, then you let them carry the kid to term and...
[ He gestures at himself. You get me. ]
Only now gang's got a kid to deal with. So. They put them to work, too.
[ A beat of silence. He doesn't look away, gauging Matt's reaction, fully detached, before deciding to add a little more context. ]
I was five. Don't remember how old I was when it stopped. Just that it eventually did.