He doesn't know what changed, can only assume it had something to do with what he said. Amos knows he isn't winning anyone over with an inspiring speech or any of that bullshit; he isn't capable of it. He's good for laying out cold, hard facts and logic, and something in there chipped away at at least her outermost defences.
Amos' eyes flick down to her hand, her plate; back up at Jyn. ]
You're right. [ He's not going to argue that point; power absolutely corrupts the shit out of people. He's seen it enough; ignored it, mostly, because it wasn't like there was anything he could do about it anyway. ] In the end, all you really can rely on is yourself. Other people can try to help you, but either they hit their limit, they die, it turns out you maybe didn't know them as well as you thought you did...
[ His hand is too occupied to check off the bullet points, but the cadence in his voice is there. Just three ways in which shit can go wrong, except.
Amos doesn't break her gaze. Keeps his voice conversational enough, but doesn't bother to hide the affectionate undertone. Why would he? ]
Yima's the exception that proves the rule. I've followed some good fucking people in my life, but they haven't been able to stick around. [ Everyone's universes did die, so, you know. ] She's the real deal. I know you figure that's impossible, but this whole place should be impossible, too. I figure you go through life, you see enough shit, but you can still find someone who'll help you? It's worth at least taking a look at.
[ Sometimes you just skip ahead to the end because circumstances aligned to be forged in fire, is all. ]
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He doesn't know what changed, can only assume it had something to do with what he said. Amos knows he isn't winning anyone over with an inspiring speech or any of that bullshit; he isn't capable of it. He's good for laying out cold, hard facts and logic, and something in there chipped away at at least her outermost defences.
Amos' eyes flick down to her hand, her plate; back up at Jyn. ]
You're right. [ He's not going to argue that point; power absolutely corrupts the shit out of people. He's seen it enough; ignored it, mostly, because it wasn't like there was anything he could do about it anyway. ] In the end, all you really can rely on is yourself. Other people can try to help you, but either they hit their limit, they die, it turns out you maybe didn't know them as well as you thought you did...
[ His hand is too occupied to check off the bullet points, but the cadence in his voice is there. Just three ways in which shit can go wrong, except.
Amos doesn't break her gaze. Keeps his voice conversational enough, but doesn't bother to hide the affectionate undertone. Why would he? ]
Yima's the exception that proves the rule. I've followed some good fucking people in my life, but they haven't been able to stick around. [ Everyone's universes did die, so, you know. ] She's the real deal. I know you figure that's impossible, but this whole place should be impossible, too. I figure you go through life, you see enough shit, but you can still find someone who'll help you? It's worth at least taking a look at.
[ Sometimes you just skip ahead to the end because circumstances aligned to be forged in fire, is all. ]