[ He isn't present until he feels something touch him, and then Amos jerks away suddenly and violently. He finds his footing again quick and spins around to face her, fists up and snarling. The scene settles in that moment, too: the plants click into place but they're coated in blue, still reaching up for something at the top of the spire. The lights multiply but continue to float aimlessly otherwise, and the slugs don't react to a single thing, continuing along their merry way.
His heart is pounding, blood pumping, but almost as soon as it began, it clicks for him that the touch had been light, the voice soft. And sometimes it had been like that, at the start. But the part of him that's regaining sentience in here recognizes that voice, so he lowers his fists slightly. His expression changes to something more wary than aggressive. He stays in a fighting stance, but a more relaxed one as his mind frantically works to piece everything together, breathing heavily.
He doesn't think there's any immediate threat. If there is, at least he'll get the chance to go down swinging. Amos decides to speak then, his voice rough from disuse. ]
Dunno. [ He narrows his eyes, closes them, shakes his head, opens them again. He doesn't look directly at Harley because he can't see her, only a rough approximation of where he thinks she might be. It's probably off. ] Can't see shit. Can you?
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His heart is pounding, blood pumping, but almost as soon as it began, it clicks for him that the touch had been light, the voice soft. And sometimes it had been like that, at the start. But the part of him that's regaining sentience in here recognizes that voice, so he lowers his fists slightly. His expression changes to something more wary than aggressive. He stays in a fighting stance, but a more relaxed one as his mind frantically works to piece everything together, breathing heavily.
He doesn't think there's any immediate threat. If there is, at least he'll get the chance to go down swinging. Amos decides to speak then, his voice rough from disuse. ]
Dunno. [ He narrows his eyes, closes them, shakes his head, opens them again. He doesn't look directly at Harley because he can't see her, only a rough approximation of where he thinks she might be. It's probably off. ] Can't see shit. Can you?