[ He lets Atsumu go when it's clear he wants to be let go, lets him try to get it out of his system. Not the Kenoma — no, that's in there now — but all the struggling, the suffering he's about to undergo. Let him work his way through that at his own pace, and then he'll be fine. Better than fine.

He moves to crouch down beside him, gentle and sympathetic. ]

I helped you.

[ He's much quieter compared to Atsumu's attempt at desperate defiance, but really, fair enough. It's not a fun experience. Knowing that Atsumu is so young, though — that it would have been so easy for the Pleroma to have come, co-opt him, corrupt him — Amos is thankful that he got here first. That for however long it'll take Atsumu to accept what Amos did, accept the Kenoma, he'll be better off in the long run.

But. Amos takes a second to pull out his spare returning stone, loop it around Atsumu's neck to match the one he's already wearing. ]

We gotta go. It'll take a couple of minutes, but we're going somewhere safe. Somewhere you can take as much time as you need to get through this.

[ He sets to work on activating them, keeping an eye on Atsumu as he does. ]