[ Look, he didn't know what he'd been expecting, but yeah in hindsight this makes sense. Does the light have to be that bright though? A shudder ripples through Amos' being as he looks to draw on his own presence in communion, wrap himself in the cool, protective darkness of Zenith. ]

Yeah, so I think we both know I'm not going to be doing that. [ Still plainspoken, but there's the sensation of a glare now, too. Damn, where's a dimmer switch when you need one? ] Look, you can accept it or not. No skin off my nose. I said it; it's out there; ball's in your court. I don't really care what you do with it.

[ The way he sees it, he's done his part. He fucked up. He apologized for it. He doesn't have to go any further than that. ]