[ Amos shakes his head when Abel speaks at the idea of going back. As long as it isn't causing problems, if people want to live in denial, he won't stop them. Certainly not a friend. But he's never really been one for it. Either you accept reality or you ignore it entirely, but you don't fight it. ]

There's no going back home for me. Everything there's dead. I felt it.

[ He stares into the fire for a moment while he says it, voice empty. There's an acceptance in the emptiness. He recalls the dream he had before waking up in a crystal, how natural it all felt. He's fine with it.

He looks back at Abel, and takes a moment longer before continuing. ]

'm not gonna fight them again. There's no point. They proved that already.

[ Blanket acceptance. This is his life now, same as it ever was. Except as he says it, he leans in to Abel's touch. Like a reminder that even with all of the shit life can throw at you, there are still good people. It's important to remember that. At the same time, he reaches out to put a hand on Abel's knee. It's a connection. A reminder that he maybe doesn't have to disassociate again.

And, with complete sincerity, ] You really don't gotta cry. I won't let it happen. Promise.