[ Amos brings his beer to his lips, offering a soft huff of a laugh into it before drinking. Sympathy in the absurdity of it all, maybe, considering everything Diluc has just said in that sigh. ]

Sure isn't. I mean, it's probably better than being permanently dead at least. So there's that.

[ There's a simplicity with which he delivers the sentiment, because... yeah? It actually is. What's a little potential trauma when you're still alive and kicking.

Amos slides on over a stool, coming to sit next to Diluc proper. Hey buddy. ]

Shit, once you get past that part, some things might be better here. Drinks weren't as good as this where I'm originally from. [ Another sip, as though to punctuate the thought, before he turns to face him proper this time. ] Name's Amos.