[ His eyes meet hers, and his face is hard, nothing hopeful in his eyes. Best he can tell from this angle and without a lot of light, it looks like maybe a shot to the gut, but there was a fight leading up to it, from the way their clothes are ripped in angles that seem to suggest a knife had been pulled at some point, too. This person, whoever they were, put up the best defense they could give, seems like.
Either they're the most unlucky bystander that seemed like an easy mark, or they pissed off some people around here and this is some revenge shit. Amos can't see the point in wasting time trying to figure that out when two things are very clear to him: this dude ain't long for this world, and whoever did this has a good chance of coming back to make sure the job is finished.
Maybe, maybe, for just a second he'd thought they could work on trying to haul this person to the hospital he remembers seeing not far from here, but at this rate, it feels not just unnecessary but risky for him and his temporary partner in all of this. Self-preservation and all that.
He's knelt down beside the dying man, at least initially attempting to staunch the bleeding, but at the moment he decides this isn't the best use of their time, he pulls his hands away. In the distance, listens for the sounds of anyone coming back, and he moves to stand up, look around, check for anything coming at them. There's nothing. At least, not now, not yet. Not above them, behind them, in front of them. That won't last long, it can't, unless they're dealing with some kind of fucking ghost.
So he looks back to Lucina. ]
He's gone. We shouldn't stick around here.
[ He's not talking about running away, no, Amos isn't the type. He'll always take the fight to someone. But lingering here does nothing. At this point, for Amos, the dude in front of them is already a lost cause and they gotta focus on themselves and finding whoever did this before they do it again. ]
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Either they're the most unlucky bystander that seemed like an easy mark, or they pissed off some people around here and this is some revenge shit. Amos can't see the point in wasting time trying to figure that out when two things are very clear to him: this dude ain't long for this world, and whoever did this has a good chance of coming back to make sure the job is finished.
Maybe, maybe, for just a second he'd thought they could work on trying to haul this person to the hospital he remembers seeing not far from here, but at this rate, it feels not just unnecessary but risky for him and his temporary partner in all of this. Self-preservation and all that.
He's knelt down beside the dying man, at least initially attempting to staunch the bleeding, but at the moment he decides this isn't the best use of their time, he pulls his hands away. In the distance, listens for the sounds of anyone coming back, and he moves to stand up, look around, check for anything coming at them. There's nothing. At least, not now, not yet. Not above them, behind them, in front of them. That won't last long, it can't, unless they're dealing with some kind of fucking ghost.
So he looks back to Lucina. ]
He's gone. We shouldn't stick around here.
[ He's not talking about running away, no, Amos isn't the type. He'll always take the fight to someone. But lingering here does nothing. At this point, for Amos, the dude in front of them is already a lost cause and they gotta focus on themselves and finding whoever did this before they do it again. ]