Connor earns a look at the implied anxiety, but Amos doesn't comment on it further. He is anxious, is the thing, but he doesn't think he is. Doesn't recognize the feeling. He's more focused on trying to stuff it back in its box than to actually embrace it, and in most cases, he'd be successful — except here it's kind of a constant assault, so it's a losing battle.
Doesn't mean he's gotta acknowledge it, though. So, the look, before he taps the wall behind him with his knuckles. ]
Some of the guards are talking about it. Guess they don't care who hears. [ And why would they? They're all helpless here. ] I just figured, you know. You bring a bunch of people to creepy ruins, probably isn't a whole lot else you do with them except offer them up to a god or some stupid shit.
[ Really, it makes perfect sense to him. He can't imagine what alternatives there might be — in part due to a limited scale of imagination; in part because he really, really doesn't want to. ]
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Connor earns a look at the implied anxiety, but Amos doesn't comment on it further. He is anxious, is the thing, but he doesn't think he is. Doesn't recognize the feeling. He's more focused on trying to stuff it back in its box than to actually embrace it, and in most cases, he'd be successful — except here it's kind of a constant assault, so it's a losing battle.
Doesn't mean he's gotta acknowledge it, though. So, the look, before he taps the wall behind him with his knuckles. ]
Some of the guards are talking about it. Guess they don't care who hears. [ And why would they? They're all helpless here. ] I just figured, you know. You bring a bunch of people to creepy ruins, probably isn't a whole lot else you do with them except offer them up to a god or some stupid shit.
[ Really, it makes perfect sense to him. He can't imagine what alternatives there might be — in part due to a limited scale of imagination; in part because he really, really doesn't want to. ]