[ Getting a knife was easier than he thought it'd be, considering his current circumstances. Back home, he would not go anywhere without a butterfly knife, and he still carried one with him, even on the Roci, even with so many better, more powerful weapons to work with, too. He'd woken up on Reverie without even his trusty pocket knife, without friends and without support and without... anything.
It was surprising to him that the first person he'd asked a knife from had actually one to lend him. Lend. Yeah, sure. Good luck getting that knife back.
It was an emergency, anyway, considering what was currently going on. Amos wasn't exactly known for making the best decisions, but he couldn't imagine Holden or even Naomi disagreeing with opening him up to find out exactly what's moving under his skin. And he's just about to do that when the door to his quarters open, and he looks up to find the most haggard guy ever, looking at him with wide, wild eyes. ]
Don't know what you're looking for, but this ain't it, buddy. Move along.
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It was surprising to him that the first person he'd asked a knife from had actually one to lend him. Lend. Yeah, sure. Good luck getting that knife back.
It was an emergency, anyway, considering what was currently going on. Amos wasn't exactly known for making the best decisions, but he couldn't imagine Holden or even Naomi disagreeing with opening him up to find out exactly what's moving under his skin. And he's just about to do that when the door to his quarters open, and he looks up to find the most haggard guy ever, looking at him with wide, wild eyes. ]
Don't know what you're looking for, but this ain't it, buddy. Move along.