[open] you know what your problem is?

[baltimores]

WHO: Amos, any Kenoma
WHAT: Amos rewards himself for being cured of Innocence by going on a depression bender.
WHERE: Throughout Achamoth
WHEN: Towards the end of/after the event
WARNINGS: Depression, self-loathing, a little suicidal ideation, lots of drinking, references to brothels, discussion of domestic violence/sexual assault/prostitution/child prostitution; will update as necessary



[ So, this sucks.

Getting out of Venera as soon as possible had been the only thing on Amos' mind once Misa had forced him out of Innocence's grip. That thing had exploited his vulnerabilities, manipulated him, turned him into a puppet to spread its nonsensical, fucked up somewhat understandable agenda, and he needed to leave immediately, before he fell victim to it again.

His legacy's shrine is one of the closest to Achamoth. Easy.

He had to swim across a lake and spend days walking across farmland in waterlogged boots before he actually made it back to the city. Less easy.

Though for all of the personal discomfort and frustration that brought with it, it was readily ignored by spending that time mentally reviewing everything he did while he was fucked in the head, now that he could with proper context. All of the harm he'd caused, all of the ways he'd refused to listen to reason, being reminded of the fact that all he's really good for is ruining other people's lives. Turns out that sucks.

Then there's the fact that ever since an initial mishap during one of his first days in Achamoth, he's been careful to not go out into the city with his shard exposed — but since anything he'd used to cover it up had ended up getting destroyed in Venera, he has no choice but to subject himself to. This. When he's the last person who should be revered or admired in any way, and now he has no way to avoid it.

The first stop on Amos' list is somewhere that can get him clothed again, courtesy of I don't have any money but I am an Aion can I please just have a shirt now. All subsequent stops are, well... ]


i. so just drinking and fucking

[ Going back to the Citadel isn't even remotely on his mind, certainly not when he's got plenty of self-pity to wallow in.

Amos sticks to the seedier parts of Achamoth, weaving his way through various bars and brothels as the mood strikes him. He still doesn't have any money on him, so it's a whole lot of showing off his shard to get either free booze, comped sex, or serve as a credible IOU (and one that, to the meagre credit he has left, he'll actually fulfil once he's had the chance to get his head back on straight and reacquire finances from the Citadel). It isn't hedonism he's fully sinking into so much as I'm a bad person, I feel like shit, I'm going to do things that physically make me feel less like shit. There are worse coping mechanisms, he figures; if there actually aren't, he doesn't care.

He ignores all communion messages he feels coming through; the best anyone can hope for if they try to reach out to him directly is a tacit acknowledgment that he's still alive, combined with maybe a somewhat hazy impression of his immediate surroundings, if that latter part ends up slipping through.

That, or maybe you just so happen to run into him in some shithole dive bar or upon leaving a brothel.

Either way, there really isn't a whole lot he can do if you end up in physically the same space as him, is there. ]


ii. till they run out of one or the other

[ At some point, he actually does have to go back to the Citadel.

He's clearly worse for the wear when he finally shows back up there, rough around the edges when he finally delivers his report to Xishen — several days late, but who's counting — and then has free reign of... well, not the entire place, but the usual.

Fuck, does he need a shower. And a nap. And maybe another drink, because why the hell not. Even though he may not necessarily look it, Amos is certainly feeling better; otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up back here.

Maybe he's dishevelled, maybe he's finally had the chance to clean up; maybe he's briefly roaming the hallways, maybe he's taking advantage of having his own spacious room again. Either way, he's certainly more receptive to company, having gotten most of... that... out of his system in the city.

Though Amos isn't forgetting how easily led astray he was, all in the name of hurting people, anytime soon. That part still bothers him, but when hasn't that been a regular part of his psyche, anyway. ]


iii. wildcard

[ I'm at arii#6412 or cadiai if we need to talk specifics. ]

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i + wildcardish, misa and gen retrieve amos in their get along shirt

[lifespanned]

[ When she initially reaches out for Gen's help, she's expecting a cold shoulder at best, and a reignition of their argument in Venera at worst. And because of that, when she does actually get through, she keeps her messages short and curt, seeking only information. Amos is missing, have you heard from him? Just a yes or no is fine. Any details about her knowledge of the matter were kept vague if Gen asked, with her only explaining that she was the last person to see him before he left Venera, and that she knows for certain that he's in the city. All that, along with an assurance that her asking this of Gen is for Amos's sake, not hers. She can't imagine Gen feels like doing her any favors right about now, after all. But, for Amos, maybe...

Thus, it's a welcome surprise when she actually manages to get him to agree to look around the few areas that the pair have frequented, especially given that she almost never ventures that far into the seedier parts of Achamoth. Only her inexperience and desperation to locate their companion allow her to surrender her pride like this, and to control herself from acting out to intentionally worsen things between herself and her fellow teenaged Aion.

When Gen comes upon their agreed meeting spot, he'll see that Misa is in markedly different condition than her usual flair: dressed down to simple clothes, hair not styled, her makeup understated and doing little to hide how exhausted she is. On any given normal day, she gives off the impression of someone who is simply not paying attention to anything about her surroundings, but at present, she seems remarkably focused, honed in on the situation at hand, her gaze sharp as a new razor. She's waiting there, with her arms crossed tight, impatient looking - but she mercifully doesn't offer a took you long enough, or hurry up when she actually sees him. ]

There you are. [ She even takes a few steps to meet him half way, in a hurry already. ] I haven't been to this area a lot, so I need you to show me where you were talking about...

[epiprocta]

[ That makes the two of them who don't seem quite like their usual selves. And not just because the brand-new white streaks in his hair accentuate just how long and scruffy Gen's hair has grown since their arrival to Achamoth, either. Gen's evidently given up all pretense at making himself presentable for this excursion, dressed in the sort of utilitarian clothes he usually wears during training sessions and looking notably tired. Forcing himself to train for hours to distract himself from his own thoughts, on top of nights of phenomenally shitty sleep, probably have something to do with it.

Still, as tired as he is, and as desperately as he wants to collapse in bed and sleep the evening away, Gen shows up to the promised meeting place as quickly as possible. And he only gives Misa a brief once-over, just long enough to vaguely note the change from her usual demeanor and appearance and file away that information at the back of his mind ... before stepping past her with a jerk of the head, indicating for her to follow. ]

This way.

[ It's obvious he hasn't forgotten their last conversation while they were both in Venera -- how could he? The ugly words they'd exchanged are part of the reason why he's been running himself ragged with training, trying not to think. But Amos is a third party in that fight, and though he doesn't know what Amos' deal is ... given how obviously fucked up the guy is, he can imagine the Innocence hadn't been kind to him. He's willing to call a truce with Misa for now, just to make sure their mutual ally is okay. He'd sounded listless during their brief conversation through their shards, and he still sounds listless now. ]

You said you were the last one to see him before he left Venera, right. [ There's no anger in his voice for now. Gen speaks at brusque deadpan as he gestures for Misa to follow him down a side-alley, towards the area he'd last gone drinking with Amos. ] What happened --

[ No. He visibly catches himself, pauses, then switches his question. (Because he can guess that whatever happened between them, there in Venera with at least one of them affected by Innocence, isn't something he should be prying at so casually.) ]

... d'you think he'd wanna be around people right now or not. [ He looks to Misa as he points down the street. ] Last time we drank, he showed me a few different places he liked. But if you can narrow down the kind of atmosphere he'd be looking for, we might find him quicker. Crowded, or fancy, or shitty. That kind of thing.

[lifespanned]

[ Her expression shifts, brow tensing, lips pursing together. She's glad Gen corrects himself, because she almost spat out a big fat none of your business, before mentally restraining herself from doing so. She doesn't want to reveal too much of what happened between them, simply for Amos's sake, yet she also knows she can't give Gen nothing - not without seeming weird or suspicious. She keeps her eyes moving as they walk, scanning the crowds as they amble by. ]

I don't know? I guess he probably wouldn't. He left Venera in such a hurry...

[ Like he'd been running from something. That doesn't strike her as behavior from someone who will be living it up in the club - Amos has never shown himself to be very social, either. She can understand the merit in narrowing what kind of place he might be at— it's honestly not something she thought of, as she's the obsessive type that would rather check under every rock, starting impulsively with whichever one seemed the most likely. So, at last, she relents, spilling what little information she can muster of what his mental state is like, at least from her perspective. ]

I really don't think he'd be somewhere fancy or anywhere he'd stick out like a sore thumb. He doesn't want to be found. I mean, he told me he was gonna hurt me if I tried to stop him from leaving. That's how much he wanted to get away from everything.

[ The words are bitter and blunt. They serve both as context for where Amos might have receded to post fleeing, as well as warning to Gen as to what they might be walking into— she has no idea what he'll be like after a few days of slinking around, but she can only go off of what she saw of him last. ]

If I had to guess, he's probably somewhere... kinda broken down?

[epiprocta]

[ Gen hesitates in place for a moment, brow furrowed deep in thought as he considers his option. Honestly, they're lucky he hadn't gotten himself too wasted that night he'd gone drinking with Amos; his sense of direction is pretty good, but the streets here are far more complicated than anything he's used to back home, and he's not sure he would have been able to remember anything if he'd had even a little more to drink. But for better or for worse (hopefully for better), he does remember his way around this area. So after another second or two of ruminating, he gives a vague grunt in response and gestures for Misa to follow him. Not down the street he'd pointed towards, but off down a side-alley towards the seedier parts of town.

Nowhere fancy, but someplace not too crowded. Somewhere he doesn't want to stick out. A threat of violence. -- so if Amos is somewhere here in this district, he's almost certainly in one of those shitty dive bars, either getting himself wasted or maybe venting his stress on whatever hapless drunks might be picking random fights.

Great. ]

Stick close to me. [ Gen doesn't look back as he mutters that comment, almost an order. At least he clarifies it immediately afterward. ] We're headed into the sketchy part of the city, and it'll be a pain if we get caught up in something. We wanna get this done fast and quiet.

[ Read: 'I'm just doing what I have to do to make this task go smoothly.' After all, something tells him Misa doesn't spend a lot of time around the shitty parts of Tokyo, learning how to conduct herself around ne'er-do-well types. He leads the way in silence for a few moments afterwards, before jerking his head towards the block ahead. ]

He said he liked a few of the bars 'round here, they're all on the same block. We can split up to see if he's in any of'em, to start.

[lifespanned]

Ugh. Duh, I know that...

[ She mutters under her breath, sounding a bit more like her usual self— complaining for complaining's sake. It's true. It's obvious that they should try to not draw attention to themselves, but she feels the need to say something if only to cover up her nervousness over coming into this part of the city, because the last thing she wants to do is make it seem like she wants to hide behind him.

That being said, she does obediently stick close despite her quiet protests, picking up the pace so she can keep in stride with him. As the two come upon the block, her eyes become increasingly owlish, struggling to get a good look at all the faces they pass by - and, more than that, struggling to process how... out in the open all the hedonism is down here. The deeper they go into the city, the more bustling it seems, with the obscene pleasures of the depths of Achamoth laid bare. People drunk in the streets, the sounds of brawls and brothels alike heard from the string of open doors that line the streets. ]

If you really want to split up, then... I'm taking this side. [ Out of place as she's acting, she's still doesn't seem willing to back out or back away from her responsibility, even being the first to break away from him. ] But you better contact me if you find him.

[epiprocta]

Same goes to you.

[ Duh. Why the hell wouldn't he contact her to get this whole thing done and over with? And yes, he's serious that they should split up. Gen gives a noncommittal grunt as he moves to cross the street to check out the bars on the other side.

-- but he does pause right before walking away. ]

Misa. [ His tone of voice is sharp, and he makes sure he has her attention before continuing. ] If you're not back here in ten minutes I'm assuming something happened.

[ It's not a 'be careful' or even a 'stay safe,' but it's ... well, it's something. A minimum acknowledgement that, Aion or not, Misa's a pretty young girl about to go wandering into sketchy dive bars. And while it's not like he really expects anything to happen in the span of a few minutes ... he'll at least keep an eye out for anything amiss and take action if she's late. Regardless of the grudge he's harboring against Misa, they're still allies, so he should try to make some effort to keep her safe. And he'd guess it won't do much to improve Amos' mood if he hears something happened to Misa while looking for him.

With that cursory warning given, Gen promptly crosses the street, shoving up the door to the nearest bar with zero hesitation to start looking for the man of the hour. Hopefully they'll find him soon. ]

[lifespanned]

[ That... makes her freeze up, and just for a moment, sociable, graceful Misa actually looks awkward for once. The hell? She was really under the impression he didn't give a damn if she ended up walking into something unsavory, given his nasty comment about how she was stupid enough to get caught by one of her stalkers. Which was fine, it's not like it mattered in relation to their mission. But now she's left giving him a confused, exasperated look, more bothered by the fact that he's making some level of base effort to play nice than the prospect of going into these seedy bars. Perhaps stupidly, she doesn't seem all that worried for her own safety. It's just the weirdness of this place that creeps her out, not the potential for danger. ]

Oooo...kay?

[ Is all she can really offer as a response as he walks away, not really sure what else she can say, because she's certainly not going to say thanks. At least she doesn't brush him off entirely, giving a small wave of acknowledgement before wandering off to start her search.

Minutes go by, and Misa makes quick work of her side of the street, easily sifting through the names and faces of each person in each bar with little effort. Not there, not there, not there. As the ten minute limit approaches, Gen will find she's finishing chatting up some stranger on the corner of the block, playfully hitting them in the shoulder with a ditzy, airheaded laugh as the random citizen recedes back into the bar they'd stepped out of.

Only when that obvious act is over does she return to the spot, interjecting before he can say anything. ]

Well, I didn't find him, but I was able to convince someone to give me a hint. He was there not long ago... [ She points at the bar she'd just left. ] What about you?

[epiprocta]

[ ... how much of her usual stupidity is an act, Gen finds himself wondering as he watches Misa banter with that stranger.

He'd conducted his own search through the bars in a brusque but effective fashion, scanning the crowd, poking into any corner booths and hiding spots, and speaking briefly with each bartender asking if they'd seen someone matching Amos' description. (Then leaving rudely, ignoring any calls asking if he actually wanted to stay for a drink.) Which meant he'd arrived at the tail end of Misa's little encounter with the man, giving him a few seconds to marvel at just how quickly her demeanor flips.

It ... kind of makes his skin crawl, to be honest. Reminds him a bit too much of a certain somebody. But -- whatever. On a rational level, he also understands the need for acting like that. Though his gaze had briefly fixed on Misa in skeptical fashion for a moment, his lips parted as if words were playing at the tip of his tongue, Gen shelves it all for now when Misa offers forth that sliver of information. ]

There, huh. [ A low noise in thought before Gen jerks a hand down his shoulder, towards one of the first bars he'd searched. ] Bartender there said he was there real early in the afternoon. Said it was easy to remember, since he drank until they kicked him out. -- so he's wandering in this direction.

[ Said as he points past the bar Misa had just indicated. He has to be, right? If Amos really is feeling so shitty he's just wandering from bar to bar, getting himself as wasted as possible, then surely he's just working his way down the street, right? ]

C'mon, let's go. Skip anywhere that looks too empty, he'll probably avoid'em if he's trying not to stick out.

[ Gen doesn't wait for Misa's response before surging forth -- and maybe he doesn't have to. Maybe she's even ahead of him, now that they've gotten some hint of how to proceed. ]

[lifespanned]

[ Funnily enough, she thinks nothing of the interaction, nor does she suspect Gen will think anything of it, himself. She takes his look of skepticism as him being unsure of whether her information is accurate— pretty par for the course based on her current impression of how he feels towards her. It's just, sometimes, acting cute or affectionate or promising men things is just the easiest way for her to get them to do what she wants. Misa could accept that, and she's not above utilizing such a method, especially not when she's in a hurry like this. It likely doesn't help her image that she seems so grave at present, her expression returning to a tense neutral as he pushes them on to their next target. ]

So, then, not that one... or that one.... ummm....

[ She rambles aloud aimlessly to them both, peering in to the mostly empty establishments that they pass first. Several moments drag on where there's only the sounds of their footsteps, and the combined white noise of the streets around them. If there's one thing she's grateful for in the moment, it's that he's treating this all with a quick, efficient hand. A bit of hope rises in her, sure that with the two of them working together, they'll find him very soon— with their proximity, a faint trace of it undoubtedly transfers to him, as well. ]

Let's go in here, [ Without really consulting him, she breaks off impulsively and suddenly to press her elbow against an aged wooden door, pushing to shove it open. ] I have a good feeling about this one.

[epiprocta]

[ On his end, as much as it kind of bothers him to think that Misa's whole shtick was fabricated, Gen decides to ignore the matter for now; he's always been decent at compartmentalizing, and he can address that subject later. In the moment, he instead focuses on squinting at the bars across the street, scanning the silhouettes he can see through the windows to gauge for the level of activity in each one. They're headed deeper into sketchy territory and the bars are growing accordingly quiet -- most only seem to have a tiny handful of patrons if that, and he's not sure if Amos is in the mood to be stuck one-on-one with a nosy bartender.

So when Misa abruptly gestures for them to enter a bar they're passing by, Gen automatically glances through the window first. It does seem a bit more crowded without looking too cramped, a modest scattering of people seated around the bar and at tables. It's probably the level of activity that gave Misa the 'good feeling,' isn't it.

But most notably -- through the dirty glass he can see the bartender animatedly pouring a drink for a large silhouette in the far, shadowy corner. A silhouette that he thinks looks vaguely familiar. ]

-- Misa.

[ Gen catches the door before it can close behind Misa, following right behind her and nudging at her to catch her attention. A jerk of the head towards that far corner. ]

There. S'that him?

[ The lighting here's dim, he'd only gotten a quick glimpse from the outside, and it's hard to tell at a glance. Not to mention, he's not sure if it's too optimistic to think they'd be able to find him this (relatively) easily. But maybe it's that glimmer of hope he'd felt radiating from Misa at his side -- he thinks that might actually be Amos. ]

[lifespanned]

[ Her eyes dart to where he motions to, and— the most immediate feeling that comes off of her is a freezing, bitter wave of dread. Where Gen makes out his silhouette in the corner, Misa sees him clearly, easily making out his face, and then his name, those seven letters above his head.

And it's like a dam breaks. ]

—He's there.

[ There's a sharp intake of breath when she realizes it, really realizes it. All this time trying to search for him, she hasn't thought once about what state he would actually be in when they found him, as she thought only of the actual mechanics of locating him. She hadn't tried to think of what she saw, what it would all do to Amos in the end. But now her heart bleeds freely, and wretchedly. In a way, she's completely emotionally unprepared to actually find him, dire as her efforts have been throughout the night and the nights previous. Her face contorts, lips pressing together tightly, and a stubborn sniffle coming from her - as if fighting the urge to cry with every fiber of her being.

Perhaps that's why what she says next is so unfitting for the gravity of the situation, the words reminiscent of the exasperated sort of fed up that a parent might be if they lost their child in the supermarket. But her tone— it's strained with the effort to sound less wrecked than she feels. Misa doesn't take her eyes off Amos for a second - she wouldn't dare now that they've come this close - but she does give Gen a nudge back in acknowledgement, knuckles brushing the side of his arm, seeking whatever small comfort she could take from not being alone coming into this. She'll realize just how grateful she is for his help, when it's all said and done. ]

I'm going to go give him a kick...

[ For all their trouble, for all their worry, for all the sick relief she's feeling at actually having found him. The threats of violence she'd talked about before - none of that matters to her, anymore. All that matters making her way to Amos's side, and driving home that the she and Gen had been looking for him everywhere. That she cared, that she was beside herself after Venera. He needs to know that they've come here for him - so Misa makes a beeline right for him, and not stealthily in the least. ]

[baltimores]

[ He's not at his best, that's for damn sure.

Amos couldn't say how many days it's been since he got back to Achamoth, or, hell, since he left Venera to begin with. Days of miserable walking across the countryside would've done their number on him alone, but combine that with all the time he'd had to think along the way — about how he'd left Misa, first and foremost, kicking himself after over the fact that he had made it clear he would have hurt her so soon after her having seen him kill people with his bare hands; later, tracing back all of his actions, how he'd purposefully infected Gen, refusing to leave his side until he knew he'd gotten as much Innocence in him as possible — and it's not been great.

At first, he'd just known he'd needed to get out of Venera, away from all of that and what it was doing to him. But with every single thing he'd done reanalyzed with a sober mind, by the time he'd made it back to Achamoth, all he'd wanted to do was drown it out. Not like it happens all that often, but it also isn't the first time Amos has had to do something like this, and he'd fallen back into the rhythm spectacularly. It's done its job, at least.

He knows he's somewhere along the first half of the day part of his cycle, having slept off the worst of the previous day in a brothel, only getting back up once the bars started opening again. The last place, he'd gotten some greasy food in him; here, it's alcohol only. His hair is thoroughly dishevelled and there are scratches and bruises visible on his neck — and elsewhere, were it not covered up by clothing, not because he cares to hide it but because it just so happens to be there.

He's been showing his shard to people throughout Achamoth over the past several days since he can't actually pay for anything; he's thoroughly out of fucks to give regarding what people see about him.

It's also clear that Amos is exhausted and hungover, even as he gets a new drink before him, hand loosely wrapped around the glass and just kind of staring blankly at it. He's on autopilot now. Will probably work himself back up into something more active later in the day, getting himself ready to complete another round of whatever the hell this is.

After all the shit he'd pulled, it's better than being himself.

So it takes him a few moments to recognize that blonde head from his peripheral vision, reaction time delayed as he actually turns to look out into the rest of the bar from the corner he's holed himself up in, confirm that it's Misa. Well, shit.

And then he looks past her, sees Gen. For a moment, it's just the familiar exhaustion in his expression, but then he blinks. Registers the white in Gen's hair. And Amos freezes up, eyes widening slightly as his face blanches. The exhaustion's gone, replaced by an attempt at blankness, but he can't exactly wipe away the horror and self-loathing he feels.

Amos' grip around his drink tightens as he downs the entire glass' contents in one go, already lifting his arm back up to signal the bartender for another one. He can't fucking deal with this right now. ]

[epiprocta]

[ Gen's always been a bit more observant than people would assume, given his appearances. So he notices everything. Even in the dim lighting of the bar, he notices the way Misa's eyes turn a little glossy with barely-held-back tears, the way her lips press together thinly, the way her movements are a touch stiff when she nudges back at him. The way her next breath escapes shaky before she storms off in Amos' direction. And for Amos -- the odd look in the mans's eyes before he pointedly looks away, both from Misa and from him, a look that's difficult to read but definitely looks weighty.

Ugh. He just knows whatever conversation the two of them are going to have is going to be a huge pain in the ass, he can feel it. ]

Hey, Amos.

[ Is it wise blurting out Amos' name in public when Aions already draw too much attention to themselves here? Probably not. But he's hoping most of the patrons are here too drunk for it to matter. Gen's voice is sharpened to a point in a guttural yakuza snarl, easily carrying above the low murmur of the bar crowd, growled out with just enough force to ensure that he has Amos' attention regardless of whether the other will actually look at him or not. Then it's back to his listless deadpan, though he does speak a little loudly -- so that Amos won't have the excuse of pretending he didn't hear -- as he (rudely) points at Misa. ]

You're in charge of walking her back home. Bet she doesn't remember the way back from here.

[ Yeah, Amos looks like shit right now, but ... maybe having that concrete burden placed upon his shoulders will force him to get his shit together at least a little bit, Gen thinks. Doubly so if it's for Misa's sake, given how he can just smell the complicated baggage hanging in the air between them. Which he is absolutely not going to stand here and just watch unfold, of course. Gen turns away as soon as that point is made, pausing only to call out to Amos, ]

I'm leaving. Be here tomorrow, same time. We gotta talk.

[ There's no upset or anger in his voice, but there's no leniency, either. It's a demand, a statement. Amos will be here tomorrow if he gives a shit about whatever sort of fucked-up relationship exists between them. And Gen thinks he can count on it.

-- so with his part said, he promptly turns and leaves. (Fuck, he needs a drink of his own.) ]

[lifespanned]

[ Gen might have pointed rudely at her and insinuated she's too dumb to find her way back (to be fair, this is true), but Misa glances over at him, watching him leave with a hard to read, thoughtful expression. She's... well, thankful, for his quick thinking, his attempt to find a way to force Amos into coming back. She certainly wouldn't have thought of that herself. So, her gratitude ends up outweighing the irritation she would've normally felt at such a comment.

With the perfect excuse now, she continues coming, getting to the bar just in time to put her hand over the rim of the glass that Amos had just ordered, interrupting the bartender from sliding it to him. She truly has half a mind to send the glass crashing into the ground to get both of them thrown out, but she decides she'll let Amos decide if he wants to leave with what remains of his dignity in check, or if she needs to resort to making a scene. ]


You heard him. You need to come back to the Citadel with me, so no more for you.

[ Is she saying that last bit embarrassingly and patronizingly loudly, solely so that the closest bartenders and patrons can hear? Yes, yes she is. Her words are watery despite trying so hard to sound stern, as she's still on the verge of crying. But after all this stressing and effort, her will is set in stone, edging on recklessness - she thinks if it comes to it, she'll really fight him to take him back, at this point. She caused this, and she means to end it, too. ]

[baltimores]

[ The way his words hit him, Gen might as well have literally slapped him in the face. It's all Amos can do but turn back to look at him when he growls out his name, starts ordering him around. He watches with a dumbfounded expression, bordering on cowed, as it all comes out before Gen turns to leave, leaving no room for argument.

Not that Amos would have one anyway. He just stares at his back — up a little, the white streak still in his hair — as Gen leaves, a sinking feeling in his gut at the idea that he's in charge of making sure Misa gets back safe now. He shouldn't be in charge of anyone, entrusted to anyone's safety. Not after the way he'd acted in Venera. All of it.

Except he really can't object, either. He can't protest when Misa effectively cuts him off. He's not ready for the party to be over, but now it's been forced out of his hands.

He slowly turns to stare at Misa when she speaks up, consumed by self-loathing and sadness — the former a feeling that's blanketed him for most of his life, a companion so constant he can only recognize it now due to its current intensity; the sadness indecipherable to him but something painful all the same — and waits for a far too long moment before wordlessly sliding off of his seat and standing before her. The fact that she's upset stings; the fact that she's still so strong-willed makes it so much easier for him to give in to her, want to follow her back.

Amos gestures towards the door with one arm, heavy and exhausted and without much in the way of choice. Just, you know. Okay, you're in charge. Lead the way. ]

[lifespanned]

[ Having been prepared to have to stand her ground and claw her way into getting Amos to come home— she's left at a slight loss when he gives in so easily. Now she's feeling like perhaps she came on a bit too firm... but what were her and Gen supposed to do? Seeing that dead look in his eyes in Venera, knowing for a fact that he was willing to do whatever it takes to ward her off - it had only made her think of having to go to the extremes whenever she eventually retrieved him.

And it was a question of "when," not "if." Amos is different from the other Kenoma— too similar to herself for her to really abandon, even in the face of how he'd acted, and what she'd seen. It horrified her, of course, having to watch and feel it all so vividly. But it's not as though she feels disgusted by him or afraid of that capability for violence— it's... well, it's nothing, really. There's not a lick of remorse or judgment that she has for his actions in his memories. Only what had happened directly after.

Not that she can really make herself be angry at him... just at the situation. The tears welling up in her eyes spill over, but she wipes them away quickly, digging into one of her pockets to lay a few jools on the bar counter so that they can go. There's a heavy, dense silence as the pair make it out into the evening air, with Misa taking her time so that they don't cross paths with Gen again. Once they're finally out in the open again, with the door safely shut, she clenches both her hands, only holding herself back from giving him a good whack in the chest with one of her fists because he genuinely looks like shit. ]

—We don't have to talk about anything. [ She declares, still scrubbing at her face, frustrated. There's no point in beating around the bush. She'll just let her stance be known right away. ] I just... you have to go back. I don't care if you're mad at me, but you're going back home. Don't try any funny business...

[ And she really means that, too. Because that's who Misa is— she just does what she thinks is best for the people she cares about, doesn't really weigh in the other person's opinion of her very much into the equation. And she has to assume he has some level of 'not wanting to see her' in his heart.. it's natural, after what happened. She could accept it. ]

[baltimores]

[ Shit, but it hurts him to see how much he's hurt her. He doesn't know what to do with this level of emotional pain; it's so rare that he experiences it, and normally when he does, he solves it by doing... this. Disappearing on a bender for days at a time, however long it takes or until someone comes to collect him. He wants to just pull right back up to the bar, take that drink she'd denied him, get another; he can't.

He has no idea what he's supposed to do but follow her, feeling her pain with his own coming up to meet it, exacerbate it, helpless.

Her voice startles him at first, and then his heart sinks further. She thinks he's mad at her...

Fuck.

Amos is silent for a long moment, standing behind her, and he's pretty sure he's never felt this shitty in his life. When he speaks, his voice is rough but quiet. ]

I'm not mad at you.

[ How could he be... shit. It's grief he's feeling, not that he knows it; either way, none of it's for him. All of it's for her. Everything he's put her through, from forcing her to experience the worst moments of his life alongside him to threatening her to this. To having inadvertently made her think this is all her fault. Maybe he really does need to go back, get some real food, get some real sleep. Maybe it really is time.

But first, he needs to apologize, doesn't he. ]

I'm sorry. Everything I put you through... I'm sorry you had to go through all of that.

[ That's what's killing him. Not a whole lot else. Whatever it is she wants from him now, he'll do it, as if that'll help make things up to her. As if that's possible. ]

[lifespanned]

[ She slows, turning to face him again, lip quivering. Oh. Oh. Did he really think she would blame him for all of that, after she was the one who had cruelly excavated it from his mind? The tears keep running down her face, unbidden, her expression crumpling up the more he goes on. His grief and self-loathing are so heavy, she wants to be rid of it as soon as possible. For the both of them.

So, she just smacks him once in the chest with her purse, making an indignant, woeful sound, a choked sob. The hit is way too light to truly be malicious - it's almost comical. ]

You're so stupid!!

[ It's all she can think to say at first, now actually crying in earnest, fingers wound tight around her handbag. ]

I don't care about that... and you didn't make me do anything...

[ Because... she really didn't care. Maybe it's the almost dying four or five times, the seeing her parents killed in front of her, the blood already on her hands that allows herself to at least believe that she could look past everything she saw in his head. Perhaps the memory was more graphic than anything she'd personally experienced herself (the violence part, at least), but she could trick herself into believing she was desensitized to it all. It was horrible, yes. And traumatic. But Amos hadn't put her through that— the Innocence had, and she'd willingly gone in there to pull him out. She'd known what she could potentially be getting into. He had it worst of all, from her point of view, since at least she'd only experienced it second hand. ]

Why do you think I tried to stop you?! I didn't want you to be alone after...

[ She trails off. Look at what failing to stop him did. As before, it's not a guilt over what she'd done that plagues her— it's guilt towards how everything played out in the end. If she'd just come up with some way to stop him, maybe things wouldn't be this way. ]

[baltimores]

[ The blow doesn't hurt him, of course; but the sound she makes as she hits him is brutal. It cuts deep, and he deserves every bit of it, except for the part where she's hurting, too.

But yeah. He is stupid; amid everything else, there's a firm agreement there. The fact that they're on opposite ends of the spectrum when it comes to assigning blame, though... that's something of a surprise.

He's silent after her outburst. There's a lot for him to unpack there, and first and foremost, he should be giving her more credit than he has. She's her own person. She can make her own choices, make up for how weak he is with her strength. And he's fucking up again by not acknowledging that.

... So. After probably taking too long to respond, feeling an entirely different wave of self-loathing, ] Kinda been alone my entire life.

[ And she probably understands that now, doesn't she. She has as clear a picture of what makes him tick as anybody. And as much as you might like some people, you can never really let anyone all the way in after growing up like that. ]

I'm fine. [ That should be fucking rich coming from him, someone who looks anything but, has been doing nothing but going on a bender the past several days on top of several days walking back here on his own — but chastised as he sounds, he does mean it. ] Not the first time I've done something like this. I'm used to it. You didn't have to worry about me.

[ He means that, too. Getting used to the knowledge that some people do care about him in that way is still something of a work in progress. It shouldn't be. He'd had it on the Roci; it's not that surprising he'd find people who would treat him the same way here, too. It just hasn't been a part of most of his life, so he hadn't thought to expect it.

... Just another way in which he's fucked up, is making her cry. Jesus, he sucks at this. ]

[lifespanned]

Well, I did worry.

[ She huffs, stubbornly, as though pulling with all her weight in the opposite direction of where he's taking his reasoning. On a surface level, she gets it. He feels guilty for what happened, and he must have been through worse than a few drunken nights trying to cope with something so utterly fucked up. But if she's supposed to just go along with him, accept that she should have turned the other cheek and let him be...

That's just absolutely not going to happen. If she has to drag him kicking and screaming from the hole he's buried himself in, then she will. ]

I'm still worried! You look terrible... and you smell gross... people who are fine don't do this? Everybody knows that, Amos!

[ She's glad she didn't wear much makeup before coming here — she makes broad strokes with her sleeves across her face in an attempt to clean herself up, eyes slowly getting puffier. Misa hesitates on what she should say next, just hating that he seems to think this is all some normal response to things that just happened to happen to him. It shouldn't be like that. It should never be like that. ]

It's just, like... just because you've been alone - that doesn't mean it has to be that way, you know...

[ At the very least - that last bit comes out less forceful, more pained. But she means it. They're at the end of the world together, aren't they? Is there anything more depressing than being alone even then? ]

[baltimores]

[ He stares down at his boots as they walk, as she lets him have it. It's kind of the coward's way out, but he really doesn't know where else to look, and he's really trying to take to heart everything she's saying.

So, ] I'm sorry.

[ It comes out meek. He really doesn't have an argument against her. Fine for him is relative; he genuinely is fine, but only in the way his broken brain can digest. Stepping back from it all, it makes sense that nobody else would see it the way he does. That's par for the course; the only wonderment here is how he hasn't understood that until now.

(Because he's a bad, selfish person. That's why. He knows that.) ]

You shouldn't have had to worry. I'm sorry I made you. I just... I had to get out of there, before I started hurting people again. I should've— You could've come back with me, I should've told you that, or...

[ His voice trails off helplessly. There were alternatives, and instead he'd gone with his first instinct, which was to threaten her and mean it. And look where that got him, got the both of them. ]

I'll try not to do it again.

[ That's really all he's got, that weak little offer he can't even guarantee. That's the best he can do. It feels worse than everything else he's put himself through over the past several days. ]

[lifespanned]

[ She hears the meekness in his voice, the aimlessness to his words. Misa is sure he's all out of sorts - what with coming here straight from Venera, and being under the influence for so long, not to mention everything he'd been forced to relive again. For a while, she's silent, trying to reconcile all the conflicting emotions brewing within her— frustration at how easily he'd been able to push her out, sorrow that there hadn't been anything she could do to help him, anger that this had happened at all. She heaves an audible sigh. ]

I know you will. You know for next time now, right? Me, and Gen, too, probably... [ Where her hands are joined, her nail worries some of the skin on her ring finger, picking at it incessantly. ] We could help you...

[ Her own words seem meeker in turn, because she knows what it must sound like. She's a mostly normal person from normal Earth, dragged into a cosmic super war. What could she do to help him, if the need arose in a dangerous situation like what had happened in Venera? The answer is simple to her— she'd just figure it out. For someone close to her, nothing should be out of her ability to do. ]

And I'm not that mad, you just scared me is all... and not the stuff in your head, I mean. So you don't have to say sorry.

[ Misa kicks a rock on their path, likewise staring down at the ground as they walk. She'd only ever been scared for his sake— never about anything she'd happened upon while he was lost in the clutches of the Innocence. The only thing she hopes is that he knows that. ]

[baltimores]

[ He gets that, everything she's feeling. He probably even understands it better than he actually should. Amos knows there's a certain level to which they get each other, and nothing that happened in Venera seems to have damaged it. Threw him off track for a bit, maybe, but she's brought him right back on it. So when she says that she could help him... Both her and Gen...

Yeah. He believes it.

This might be the part where he'd try to pull her in, closer to his body as they walk, a physical sign of acceptance, but she'd also just said he smelled (and he probably does; he's just gotten used to it by this point), so... maybe not. Instead he just nods. Hopes his feelings are able to reach her, because fuck if he can put anything properly into words. ]

Okay. I don't want to do that again, so... next time. Next time I know.

[ Because he can't trust himself that there won't be a next time. It's not a great feeling.

... Though it does draw something from him, the fact that he'd been saved this time. He'd come across a number of people who had tried to get through to him, and he'd been able to brush all of them off except for Misa. Maybe it's because they were already that much closer, understood each other that much better, but he kinda doubts it. When he'd gone back over everything in his head on his walk back to Achamoth, it seemed innocuous at first, but reviewing it again now...

Amos looks over at her. ]

Misa... why'd you call me Timothy before?

[ It's a gentle question; she can refuse to answer him if she wants. He owes her at least that much. But that's a name nobody alive should know him by, and considering how it had reached him where absolutely nothing else could...

He trusts her, but knowing a little bit of the why might help, too. ]

[lifespanned]

[ She breathes a small sigh of relief when he at least accepts what she says— all this pent up anxiety over his well-being, and she's just glad that there's an increased chance that it won't happen again. After seeing what she had, and seeing how stridently he'd kept this all to himself, she can understand why he would pull away from everyone else. At the same time... it isn't right, if he just always defaults to shouldering everything alone.

At his question, though, she looks genuinely confused at first, before— oh, right, remembering that she'd abused her powers for a chance to get him out of that mess. She'd completely forgotten about it until this very moment. Misa spins the quickest lie she can think of, not thinking about whether or not it'll come out believable: ]

Oh, that...? I was like... hearing things, in there, even when it was all blank. Maybe because I'm the same Legacy as you, I could sense more. I just thought it might be something from your past, so I decided to say it...

[ Just pin it all on the mumbo-jumbo that is the magic of Aions and Legacies, right? It's possible... maybe. Though she's aware in the seconds after saying it that none of the other (many, many) Kenoma Lovers will ever be privy to such information. It'd be more believable if there were less of them. ]

[baltimores]

[ After everything she's just done for him — the effort of coming out to find him, to bring him back, to worry over him and rebuke him and put herself at risk for him, all of it playing again and again in his mind — he wants to believe her. He wants to just do this one thing for her, so badly. But Amos also knows just how well he's kept things tamped down, and there's absolutely no way it could have come up. Not when he'd barely even recognized himself as Amos at the time. The sheer shock of hearing his birth name was what had given her an edge in, not the other way around.

He's silent for a long moment, walking beside her in silence, debating how to proceed. There's a strong sense of doubt coming from him, though. If all of this has proven anything, it's that only he really gets how his brain works, so her explanation doesn't add up.

... Fuck it. ]

Yeah, maybe.

[ His heart's really not in the words, but they're... passable. Are they passable? Whatever; if he wants to let her off the hook, that's the best he can do.

Amos risks another glance back at her. ]

I'm lucky you found me, then.

[ Whatever it was that had compelled her to shout out his birth name — nobody else had. So that part really is the truth. He is lucky it was her, and he owes her big for it.

At least he's got a starting point for paying her back. ]