[ Amos can't help but bare his teeth right back at Estinien. His primary role will always be that of a frontliner, not a speaker; violence is his tool, not words. If it was just the two of them, the chances are a lot higher one of them would end up dead.

But Aerith is here, and he has to remember that — so when she speaks again he blinks, reverts to a neutral expression. He's listening, he is.

But...

A look of disbelief crosses his face. His body remains tense, but her words are just.

They're so damning. ]

The people you love? What about everyone else?

[ He gets it; he does. Amos is the kind of person who only cares about a select handful of people and nobody else. He's a Lover; the sign that he's like that is literally scarred into his flesh. He also knows that he's inferior, that the Regent knows so much better than any of them ever will, and it's becoming clear that other people don't seem to grasp that. It isn't even something he can fully wrap his head around, much as he's starting to try to. ]

You have to know that damning everyone else just for the people you love is wrong. You won't be helping anyone by doing that. You'll only be hurting everyone else. You'll only be ending things for people who never had a chance. When there's a new world... We're doing this for everyone in the new world.

[ She has to know that.

And if she doesn't, then maybe he'll be able to get his hands on her and make her. He shifts his stance, but doesn't want to strike just yet. Just... he'll be ready when that moment comes. ]