[ Drizzt's walls fly up, and Amos is ready to turn away. Alright, not now, then. Not the right time to bring it up. That's part of what being patient is, though: being able to wait for the other to come around, be ready for them when they do. So he'll wait.

And turn his attention back when Drizzt gently says his name, undoubtedly for something else — he isn't going to change his mind that quickly — but surely, something important.

He still is his people, after all. ]

She's gone. It doesn't matter that she would have been good for the people; it's never going to happen now. So we focus on who's still here instead.

[ He does not comprehend caring about what people represent; they don't represent anything. They're people. They live, and then they die because they got an illness or a bullet or some shit, and then everyone moves on without them. That's how this has always worked. Zenith understands this, and so Zenith is the way forward.

And Drizzt is still Zenith, so. He feels something over Drizzt's emotions... can't figure out what. So Amos levels his mind to him in return, calm and steady with emptiness layered overtop something too deep for him to comprehend. ]

As long as we're focused on a new world, then we're still together.

[ And everything else will come with time. ]