[ It's interesting listening to someone else muse about their family, the pieces of information they already know and the ones that are still lost to them. Amos listens, watching Link rather than the pool itself — though he doesn't see anything out of his peripheral vision, so, probably tells him everything he needs to know there. ]

You might've. Dunno. [ Had siblings... It's not a question he would've considered, but it's possible. It also feels like it's getting off track. ] That might be too many variables if you're still trying to kickstart things. Knowing your dad was a soldier — that's a fact you can work with now, so probably makes more sense to stay on that path.

[ Amos tilts his head, idly taps a finger against his elbow where his arms are crossed. ]

You know what division you ended up in? Got a favourite weapon? Maybe he liked the same one.

[ He's trying to steer Link into thinking about specifics before he points out to him that... no, he really probably is screwed. For now, at least; maybe he'll have better luck later. It's not like he wants to upset a new guy, but. Might just be better to rip off the band-aid sooner. ]