[ Thing about Amos — and why, he thinks, they've fallen into step alongside each other so far — is once he makes a choice, he sees it through. And his choices are generally swiftly made. Most of the time, his survival hinged on the choices he made, so he didn't have time or energy to devote to second-guessing, thinking too long, or even getting stuck on what ifs or regrets the way some do.
He doesn't feel fear, or much at all in the way of emotions the way most do. He was capable of that once, but that was all a long time ago, when he was just a kid. He trusts she's making the right choice for herself, the choice she can live with. There's a thought — a little distant, but there — the thought that she should get to stay safe. Person like her — yeah, need more like her. So, he'll hold onto that. For himself, he'll be fine or he won't be, like anything, but it's still his choice.
He gives her a brief nod, a momentary softening of his expression in response to her smile. ]
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He doesn't feel fear, or much at all in the way of emotions the way most do. He was capable of that once, but that was all a long time ago, when he was just a kid. He trusts she's making the right choice for herself, the choice she can live with. There's a thought — a little distant, but there — the thought that she should get to stay safe. Person like her — yeah, need more like her. So, he'll hold onto that. For himself, he'll be fine or he won't be, like anything, but it's still his choice.
He gives her a brief nod, a momentary softening of his expression in response to her smile. ]
Alright, then. Room 417 it is.