[ Well, as long as Silco thinks it's funny, then good. They won't have to deal with any awkward misconceptions. Just the fundamental differences between them as people, which, for as impossible as they are, is still infinitely easier.

Now all that's left is to listen. And try not to feel so exasperated as Silco goes on yet again, plunging below his depths instead. The water to Silco's oil. ]

I did say you were right to kill her, and that was before I even knew her role in things. Guess you were too busy to hear me then. [ It's non-judgmental, though. Amos had been busy when he'd ascended, and from the timeline he can piece together, he figures Silco was undergoing something similar — if maybe shittier, because Yima wasn't there in body the way she was for Amos. He'd been legitimately busy. ] Got some pushback for that, but I know you were right. Problem is most people don't tend to think like us. Not even the ones on our side.

[ Like us. Because they'd both understood the necessity of having to kill sometimes, and now... who knows how much more separate they'll become, compared to their less harmonized compatriots. ]

We gotta figure out the right balancing act. Can't scare 'em off.

[ And as Silco laughs, Amos' mouth twists into something of a wry grin. ]

And I don't think you could insult me if you tried. Takes a lot. Just as long as you do it if you need me.

[ Because he can feel that now. That new sense of purpose. For Amos, it's Yima; he assumes for Silco, it's the same. Live for her.

So, ] Gotta see everything through to the end, right?