[ Amos stands still as Atsumu begins to pace, a solid rock of self-assuredness. He knows he's doing the right thing — shit, it wouldn't even be the first time he'd killed a guy for the right reasons. Most of the time he's operating off of instinct, but this is solidly right, even if Cyrus does seem like a good guy outside of his affiliation.

So he watches him, eyes following the kid's movements as he does the job of working through things for himself. Whatever he needs to get comfortable with the idea. (He shouldn't have to get comfortable with it, but... war is war.)

He's trying to figure out how to explain to Atsumu that the whole offing someone part is okay, that he doesn't have anything to feel bad about, when he suddenly freezes. Asks a much more pointed question, and Amos clicks his tongue in initial response. ]

I mean... I got a pretty good idea of how it's going to go down. But I should have more intel coming in at some point. [ Thanks, Kiritsubo. ] And this is the kind of thing that the longer we wait, the more likely it is someone blabs. I'd rather strike when the iron is hot and maybe not be totally true than miss the shot entirely. Because we're probably not going to get a second chance.

[ For the first time, gravity slips into Amos' voice. This is not a simple little romp he's looking to do; it is something that has the chance to backfire, and spectacularly so. And he needs to work with that in mind.

He lifts both his hands in a placating gesture. ] You shouldn't get hurt, though. There's no reason for you to. I got plenty of help from Zenith, and besides, I'm the one who got the call. I'm the one who should do it; I'm the one who should be the most at risk. And you don't have to do anything you don't want to, right? I'm still here for you — no matter what.

[ Well, almost no matter what — Zenith and Yima's wills are going to take first priority, but after that. ]