"You and me both, buddy." There's nothing in Amos' voice to indicate that he actually thinks they are friends, and it's really just an empty, amiable smile gracing his features when he says it. Just something to say. Hell, maybe it could even become true at some point.

He looks through the cell bars, out at the narrow rest of his world divided into slats. "They ever do explain it, gotta wonder how truthful it'll be. I know how that sounds, coming from me locked up in here," and he takes a second to indicate the bars with his hand, "but I'm having a hard time seeing how they could justify any of this."