[ Shit, despite his confidence Amos is having a hell of a time understanding, too. It's like he's fumbling with too many shopping bags, but somehow finding the way to carry them all the same — heavy, and kind of inconvenient, but without any drops. ]

You don't gotta go easy. But if you kill anyone, if you could get their name for me, I'd appreciate it.

[ That much is said plainly at least, unaffected by the whole thing of talk of murder resurfacing. It's going to happen; no point in fighting it.

And then Amos takes a step back for distance but otherwise peers upwards at that presence staring down into him, his own mental state not changing much — an acknowledgment of surprise, a bit of wariness, but otherwise staying even-keeled. Yuber is an ally; he will stay with him, answer his questions as best he can. ]

Is this sentimentality? [ Answer with a question of his own; Amos isn't entirely sure. ] I just... I'm not a good person. I want to be. The thing that's different is that I think fully accepting Zenith is going to get me there where it wasn't possible before.

I'll take that every day of the week.