[ Amos' words are for Aerith, his voice softening, his gaze along with them as he attempts to address her directly. His control on gravity slips, abruptly returning the two of them to the weights that they're used to; he reaches out feebly to try to put a bit more pressure on Estinien, but it's waning, as though he's exhausting himself.
Still. He has to try to hold it; has to try to keep him down. Amos regards Estinien coldly for a moment. He recognizes him a lot better now. It's been some time since they've been face-to-face, but Amos knows exactly who he is, and he's dangerous — even without the effects of Innocence warping his body.
His mind, too, as far as Amos knows. ]
You can't trust him. [ Back to Aerith, more of an edge to his voice, an urgency. Estinien hasn't said anything worth responding to. ] Something's got ahold of him. He's not in his right mind. He'll drag you down with him. You'll forget who you are, you'll try to hurt others. It's a plague.
[ He genuinely isn't sure what Estinien's intentions are with her — warp her to Innocence, corrupt her to the Pleroma — but both are bad. It's just that the Innocence, the thing affecting the way Estinien looks right now, is probably worse. ]
You need to get away from him.
[ He advances, gravity kicking up a notch as he does so. ]
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[ Amos' words are for Aerith, his voice softening, his gaze along with them as he attempts to address her directly. His control on gravity slips, abruptly returning the two of them to the weights that they're used to; he reaches out feebly to try to put a bit more pressure on Estinien, but it's waning, as though he's exhausting himself.
Still. He has to try to hold it; has to try to keep him down. Amos regards Estinien coldly for a moment. He recognizes him a lot better now. It's been some time since they've been face-to-face, but Amos knows exactly who he is, and he's dangerous — even without the effects of Innocence warping his body.
His mind, too, as far as Amos knows. ]
You can't trust him. [ Back to Aerith, more of an edge to his voice, an urgency. Estinien hasn't said anything worth responding to. ] Something's got ahold of him. He's not in his right mind. He'll drag you down with him. You'll forget who you are, you'll try to hurt others. It's a plague.
[ He genuinely isn't sure what Estinien's intentions are with her — warp her to Innocence, corrupt her to the Pleroma — but both are bad. It's just that the Innocence, the thing affecting the way Estinien looks right now, is probably worse. ]
You need to get away from him.
[ He advances, gravity kicking up a notch as he does so. ]