[ Abel sees the disconnect, some gnawing emptiness that lingers in Amos's eyes, a genuine confusion that is glaringly lacking any form of distress. this is one scenario when seeing someone upset might be a comfort; this hollowness, the absence of any will to fight for something this man has already decided is good and gone and beyond him, is...
...ah. Amos...
despite the easy acquiescence and agreeability, there is a noticeable slump in Abel's shoulders as he realizes that this is not something any amount of verbal encouragement will disperse in his friend. whether a byproduct of this man's natural outlook or because of the crushing weight of that dream of a broken universe... the hope for anything more than this is dead. it breaks Abel's heart, makes him want to continue to plead with Amos to see otherwise, but-- sometimes, a man must know when to pick his battles.
even so... somehow, a slightly rueful smile tugs at his lips. ]
...Then, that's enough for me.
[ it's enough, even if it's like this. Abel was not lying: he will hope enough for both of them until Amos is able to rekindle the flame of hope himself. whether it's the result of blind idealism or a faith in a newfound friend, the priest believes it's entirely plausible. ]
Lord knows it's the blind leading the blind... almost tragic, isn't it? [ it's a rather transparent effort to grapple some levity back into the moment, to chase off the vestiges of something depressing and weighty, but... well. what can you do at times like these? "if you don't laugh, you'll cry," so the saying goes. obsessing over the morose certainly won't do either of them any favors. ] Maybe I'm getting the better end of this bargain...? Ah, I probably shouldn't say that last part out loud lest you realize you've been saddled with some fool who can't keep his mouth shut, and here you are some space wandering, eye-parasite-dodging, colony-peace-keeping man of action...
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...ah. Amos...
despite the easy acquiescence and agreeability, there is a noticeable slump in Abel's shoulders as he realizes that this is not something any amount of verbal encouragement will disperse in his friend. whether a byproduct of this man's natural outlook or because of the crushing weight of that dream of a broken universe... the hope for anything more than this is dead. it breaks Abel's heart, makes him want to continue to plead with Amos to see otherwise, but-- sometimes, a man must know when to pick his battles.
even so... somehow, a slightly rueful smile tugs at his lips. ]
...Then, that's enough for me.
[ it's enough, even if it's like this. Abel was not lying: he will hope enough for both of them until Amos is able to rekindle the flame of hope himself. whether it's the result of blind idealism or a faith in a newfound friend, the priest believes it's entirely plausible. ]
Lord knows it's the blind leading the blind... almost tragic, isn't it? [ it's a rather transparent effort to grapple some levity back into the moment, to chase off the vestiges of something depressing and weighty, but... well. what can you do at times like these? "if you don't laugh, you'll cry," so the saying goes. obsessing over the morose certainly won't do either of them any favors. ] Maybe I'm getting the better end of this bargain...? Ah, I probably shouldn't say that last part out loud lest you realize you've been saddled with some fool who can't keep his mouth shut, and here you are some space wandering, eye-parasite-dodging, colony-peace-keeping man of action...