[ Amos doesn't react to the image of the wrecked manor; not when he's still in the midst of the real thing, hands working to salvage what they can. He has experienced similar before, and so it's especially easy to block out any emotional despair that could accompany physical destruction. It doesn't help, so he simply feels nothing about it.
What he does feel is an agitation towards Drizzt, at his rejection of Yima. He uses that spike of adrenaline to heave a particularly hefty piece of rubble aside, while in communion he feels ready as though to round on him, grip him fiercely—
Amos shakes it away. ]
You will, one day. [ It's not even a question in his mind. Okay, some take longer to accept Yima than others, but eventually they'll all come to her. He's sure of it. Drizzt is lost now, but he's too... too reasonable, and good, to not come to her eventually.
Yima could wait, and so can Amos, he decides. ]
If every shard-bearer can be your people — even the ones who are wasting the Oracles for fucking nothing — [ the sentiment hissed out, because Meridian didn't just fuck with Highstorm, but they're fucking with things in the long term, too — ] then you can forgive Yima.
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What he does feel is an agitation towards Drizzt, at his rejection of Yima. He uses that spike of adrenaline to heave a particularly hefty piece of rubble aside, while in communion he feels ready as though to round on him, grip him fiercely—
Amos shakes it away. ]
You will, one day. [ It's not even a question in his mind. Okay, some take longer to accept Yima than others, but eventually they'll all come to her. He's sure of it. Drizzt is lost now, but he's too... too reasonable, and good, to not come to her eventually.
Yima could wait, and so can Amos, he decides. ]
If every shard-bearer can be your people — even the ones who are wasting the Oracles for fucking nothing — [ the sentiment hissed out, because Meridian didn't just fuck with Highstorm, but they're fucking with things in the long term, too — ] then you can forgive Yima.