[ Deep breath, because it's one thing to think this is a good idea, it's the right thing to do to be honest and another to have the kid actually standing in front of him, just the two of them, alone in his room.

Normally Amos would just. say it. I'm going to kill Cyrus, just thought you should know, except he takes a second to look past Atsumu. Out at the far wall, out at nothing, out at something only Amos can see in his mind's eye. Cyrus dying by his hand, which is one thing; the fallout that's going to result from that, which is another.

He should tell him.

Amos' eyes flick back to Atsumu's, and when he speaks, it's conversational. ]

I'm going to kill Cyrus. Yima wants him dead, so it'll be done.

[ There. That wasn't so hard.

... Waiting to see how Atsumu is going to take it is, so he hurriedly adds on, ] Not that I'm asking you to help me with that. I don't want you to kill anyone. Just...

[ A vague waving of his hand; yeah, he doesn't know. ]

... it's gonna happen. Thought you should know.

[ Oh, yeah. Nailed it. ]