[There's a bit of relief, as Amos goes on talking. This isn't just a physical battle, but one of words as well... he can't bear to lose Aerith's faith, even if he believes that others in the Pleroma would be better at convincing her. It's for that reason alone that he aimed for his feet instead of his body. He's already beginning to regret it.

Amos is exposing the basis of the argument, all the same. For many, the objection to this simplified explanation of goals is clear.]

To create a better world... [He growls.] At the cost of all others! These madmen would slaughter the entire cosmos for the chance to fulfill their delusion of a perfect world! My world! Yours!

[He's backing away from Amos as he tries to approach, slinking low against the barren earth. He's strong, but the gravity is wearing on him, even so. He lashes his thorny tail, trying to ward Amos off. Despite himself, his emotions are getting the better of him.]

If you truly wanted to prevent suffering, you would free the ones you have taken...! Abel... Himeka... They have done nothing to earn your cruelty!