[ For as awkward as Matt has felt at times since digging himself out of the ground and being in his presence, now it's Amos' turn. He doesn't. Doesn't know what to do if Matt is going to start crying... Is he going to start. Please do not start.

Amos is not sure if Matt is going to make it through this next answer. He tries squeezing his shoulder again, like that's going to fix everything. ]

I don't. [ An honest answer, certain details lost to time and the affection he feels for a certain matriarchal figure here both. ] It was a while ago. But I don't think anything's really all that different. It's just a matter of knowing what's possible, you know? You can't bring back the dead. Not on that scale. So why waste time and effort and resources trying when you can make something better for everyone who's still here, right? Everyone who's still to come.

[ He speaks gently, a soft murmur of confidence that his way is right — that he thinks Matt will join him because of it. Because Amos knew him to be a good person, to want to look out for others, and that's exactly what Zenith is doing.

He should just... come back with him, really. There's no reason not to, and so Amos looks at him, bright and expectant. ]