He watched Ernestine intently. There was a whole different level to her, hidden away by her fake expressions. She was pure Chaos and that in itself was a clear indication that she could never be trusted. Though he chose to not say anything as she spoke, he approved if her support during the dangerous times of the Pantheon Wars. Amos also noted how She hesitated when she saw Kyra, was it mutual attraction or something else? He did not now, and just like that Ernestine was walking away. Her last statement towards him, made him slightly annoyed.

"If you think telling me what to do is a good idea then I applaud you Ernestine." Her petite frame left them, walking away into the distance and Amos whispered to himself then, "Just like you Ernestine, chaos has no friends." 

A flash of light went of behind him. He was instantly aware of another beings presence that was powerful. If he had not looked to see Iratze, then he would have never known she was there besides Armarion. They were holding hands, how strange. This was besides the point though, Armarion was there, but how did he feel about it? Mixed feelings washed over him, hate, calm, happiness? His face portrayed no emotions however, he was not a human and as such he chose not be emotional.

They started to walk towards them. The tree rustled in the cold breeze, its last leaves blew away into the air. As Amos watched it he placed a hand on his chest and remembered his wound.