[ It surprises him, briefly, to feel the door slammed in his face. He wasn't aware that Communion worked that way ( he doesn't feel that way with Gavial, like the two of them could never hide from one another ), and he's unsure if he should wait or cut his losses and prepare for the worst.

But, Amos comes back. Harder, and Drizzt knows in that moment that he'll never have an answer that means anything to him. Nothing he can say will be practical enough, direct enough. Drizzt is a man of just acts, of high morals, and he has never once held anyone else to them. He quiets for a moment, and it's as if he's chosen to slip away into the night instead. ]

It matters. It has to matter, or what comes next is meaningless.

[ There's the sense that he refuses to compromise on that. That he's willing to kill and fight for it. ]

There is no "we', Amos. This is not my Zenith, and I am not going to fight her war.