Amos did not look at Armarion as he chastised him, instead he chose to take it silently. Was Armarion right? Perhaps, but Amos did not care. For untold centuries he slept, and his mind became slightly warped into believing that the only option, to get Heaven back, was that Brontes had to die or the things he cared about would be taken from him. Such thoughts drove him forward, so for now, he would wait and play there little game of peace. 

He was going to say something, but without further objection, Iratze took them to Jack's house. Amos did not care about Jack, he was always one of those Gods that he saw no use for. Regardless of that fact, there they were, being greeted by the brother, Ash. Here was another God he did not particularly care for but knew that he was semi important.

Amos stepped forward and spoke, [color=gold]"Ashthelic, where is Jack? We have much to discuss and little time to waste."[/color]