[ He brings up the whole god of war thing again, and Amos' mouth twists into a frown. Not that he disbelieves Tezcatlipoca on what he claims to be — and accepting it right out of the gate is a new one for him — but something about it makes Amos feel distinctly uncomfortable, a deep and heavy feeling from his side of the communion that he can't let go of entirely.

But at least he can puff out a breath, wave his hand off in a yeah, yeah gesture. ]

Alright. [ Why does it sound accepting and disbelieving all at once... ] Look, I played with Sunny once before. She was holding me back from killing Set, actually. So I get it. You can look after yourself.

[ The but hovers in between them for a moment. ]

But just in case it happens a second time I ain't gonna judge, okay? Whatever you need. I try to at least be reliable for folks on my side.