"Ah. A new set of playthings for the gods. How delightful." Amos chuckles, though the humor is a bit dark. He's used to some of the games the immortals play with mere mortals. Honest belief is a powerful weapon in his world, both for the gods and the believers, and he knows this well. Not too surprising, then, that this is another game of that ort.

"So I guess if we're the only ones here, aside from the gods, we get to fend for ourselves." It's not exactly new to him: he's scavenged a living before, when things have gone wrong and only his own cunning and ability to adapt have gotten him back to where a rescue could be reasonable.