[ Amos absorbs every word Emet gives him. The no-bullshit attitude, combined with their somewhat shared experience, combined with the fact that he assumes Emet is doing a fair bit of research or... something, in the library... has him inclined to really hear him out, so he does.

And everything he says makes sense. Amos nods. He doesn't see anything here to disagree with. ]

See, that's something I can't figure out about them. They just accepted everyone who showed up here where those assholes — [ Thorne, seriously, fuck those guys — ] didn't. I don't get it.

[ He isn't exactly someone accustomed to receiving blind trust. It feels like a bad idea, actually.

So Emet's suggestion about them possibly being used strikes a particular chord. ]

Did you get involved in all that Dimming stuff?