[ Drizzt's remorse is obvious, but there isn't anything he can do about that. There are no reassurances, because he's right — Drizzt did fail Link. It's one of those things they just have to accept, move on from. Shitty, and unfortunate, but dwelling on it isn't productive—
That notion of relief doesn't escape his notice, as out of place as it is with the rest of Drizzt's mental state, and Amos sets his jaw, hard. Time and place, but.
But.
He's far sterner in answering. ]
She has her reasons. [ And — ] And I didn't get caught up in this. I chose this.
[ And everything that came after, it would seem. Amos stares back down at Drizzt, gaze cool and unflinching. ]
I look after my people. So I figure if they're your people, then that's your reason.
[ And they're both Zenites, so that's who their people should both be, he figures. That's more than good enough for him. ]
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That notion of relief doesn't escape his notice, as out of place as it is with the rest of Drizzt's mental state, and Amos sets his jaw, hard. Time and place, but.
But.
He's far sterner in answering. ]
She has her reasons. [ And — ] And I didn't get caught up in this. I chose this.
[ And everything that came after, it would seem. Amos stares back down at Drizzt, gaze cool and unflinching. ]
I look after my people. So I figure if they're your people, then that's your reason.
[ And they're both Zenites, so that's who their people should both be, he figures. That's more than good enough for him. ]