[ Link listens quietly. There is no response at first — at least, not a verbal one. Because after a few seconds of processing what Amos said, a distinct sense of anger enters their Communion. It isn't fury, and it lacks the self-righteousness of some of the Meris who are currently in the process of yelling at Amos... just an earnest, genuine reaction.
In the moment that follows, Link narrows their conversation, shutting out any eavesdroppers. ]
Worlds are people.
The people who were left behind in our worlds... that's the whole reason most people on the Meridian side are there at all.
[ But saying as much makes him feel cold again. That spontaneous anger fades into something icy again, and with their connection tightened, maybe Amos will recognize it now: grief. ]
...I can't bring all of these people with me to the new world. Everyone from my world... and everyone from this one, too? I can't....
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In the moment that follows, Link narrows their conversation, shutting out any eavesdroppers. ]
Worlds are people.
The people who were left behind in our worlds... that's the whole reason most people on the Meridian side are there at all.
[ But saying as much makes him feel cold again. That spontaneous anger fades into something icy again, and with their connection tightened, maybe Amos will recognize it now: grief. ]
...I can't bring all of these people with me to the new world. Everyone from my world... and everyone from this one, too? I can't....