[ Amos takes a deep breath. Exhales sharply. There's still fury in his eyes, but whoever drugged him is long gone by now and he's sure he isn't going to have any direct recourse there any time soon. ]
So it wears off. [ His voice is flat, with a bit of relief slipping through. A fraction of the tension falls off his body. His shoulders relax slightly. ] And it doesn't happen again?
[ If it does happen again - or if he ever finds the first guys that did this - he is going to kill them. Just a new fact to his life. There's still that barely restrained violence under his surface. He stares at a nondescript part of the bar across from them, above Kyna, as he thinks about it; not like it's her fault.
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So it wears off. [ His voice is flat, with a bit of relief slipping through. A fraction of the tension falls off his body. His shoulders relax slightly. ] And it doesn't happen again?
[ If it does happen again - or if he ever finds the first guys that did this - he is going to kill them. Just a new fact to his life. There's still that barely restrained violence under his surface. He stares at a nondescript part of the bar across from them, above Kyna, as he thinks about it; not like it's her fault.
He appreciates that she's apologetic, at least. ]