there is a weariness behind the resignation -- however peaceful it might seem on its face -- in Amos's voice. the smile at Abel's lips slips, and the ache of a worry that had slowly been eclipsed is beginning to resurface in his eyes. while Abel certainly isn't a proponent of violence without purpose, and while he desperately and earnestly doesn't want to see this man hurt-- it would be a lie to suggest that seeing the hollowness in that acceptance of their fate, of the lack of will to fight, doesn't scare him. it isn't acceptance as much as it is defeat, is it? ]
...Please don't say that.
[ it's quiet; the words are not admonishing as much as they are plaintive. it isn't like Abel doesn't understand; to think back on the dream they'd seemingly shared... it makes a part of him writhe inside, churn in a most unpleasant way. but accepting that... ]
You're still here, aren't you? Even if we're to believe it's all gone... doesn't the fact that you and I are sitting here right now prove that something has been saved? [ it isn't gone.
it... it can't be.
but if Amos were to believe it is, then... ]
...Neither one of us can let them take any more than they already have. And fighting doesn't always mean using your fists, Amos, so... please try and hold on. If not for hope of home, then... to anything at all-- and I promise, I'll hope enough for both of us 'til you're ready to join me. Alright...?
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there is a weariness behind the resignation -- however peaceful it might seem on its face -- in Amos's voice. the smile at Abel's lips slips, and the ache of a worry that had slowly been eclipsed is beginning to resurface in his eyes. while Abel certainly isn't a proponent of violence without purpose, and while he desperately and earnestly doesn't want to see this man hurt-- it would be a lie to suggest that seeing the hollowness in that acceptance of their fate, of the lack of will to fight, doesn't scare him. it isn't acceptance as much as it is defeat, is it? ]
...Please don't say that.
[ it's quiet; the words are not admonishing as much as they are plaintive. it isn't like Abel doesn't understand; to think back on the dream they'd seemingly shared... it makes a part of him writhe inside, churn in a most unpleasant way. but accepting that... ]
You're still here, aren't you? Even if we're to believe it's all gone... doesn't the fact that you and I are sitting here right now prove that something has been saved? [ it isn't gone.
it... it can't be.
but if Amos were to believe it is, then... ]
...Neither one of us can let them take any more than they already have. And fighting doesn't always mean using your fists, Amos, so... please try and hold on. If not for hope of home, then... to anything at all-- and I promise, I'll hope enough for both of us 'til you're ready to join me. Alright...?