[ The solemnity makes Amos pause before reaching out, as if to place a gentle but sturdy hand on Drizzt's shoulder. The impression of it. ]
This is war. More people are going to die.
[ And potentially more shard-bearers with them. Still, he's trying to take a gentle tone. Not patronizing, not explaining as if to a child, but... but Drizzt seems almost naive, in a way (because he won't recognize the same Zenith that Amos does — and even if Amos' is the bigger pipe dream, he wants it, and so it must be the right way forward). No, it's an attempt to be understanding, because something inside of Amos is now pushing him to it.
And he'll have more thoughts on that later, when the dust settles and he has time to begin to make sense of them, on what he believes he should do.
In the meantime they're together, and that's going to have to be good enough. ]
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This is war. More people are going to die.
[ And potentially more shard-bearers with them. Still, he's trying to take a gentle tone. Not patronizing, not explaining as if to a child, but... but Drizzt seems almost naive, in a way (because he won't recognize the same Zenith that Amos does — and even if Amos' is the bigger pipe dream, he wants it, and so it must be the right way forward). No, it's an attempt to be understanding, because something inside of Amos is now pushing him to it.
And he'll have more thoughts on that later, when the dust settles and he has time to begin to make sense of them, on what he believes he should do.
In the meantime they're together, and that's going to have to be good enough. ]