And i kept running for a soft place to fall

Adam

Speed up to the precipice and then slam on the brakes
Some people crash two or three times and then learn from their mistakes

The sand and sea had become his usual haunt throughout the last few weeks, where he had been in an odd in between kind of state; back with Pet but with nowhere to live, hating his Ascension but glad to be alive, terrified for the war and sick of the monotony of his current life. Adam found at least some solace in the sound of the ocean, as soppy as that was.

He really was getting old, but he found he didn't care all as much as he once did.

It wasn't that unusual to see others out for night time walks on the coast, after all there were plenty of Ascended in Torchline, but the figure he glimpsed before him moved so slowly that it made him pause. Squinting, his eyes now able to pierce through the dark in a way they hadn't before death, he realised who it was.

"Hey!" Adam called, running up the beach before he even thought of it. "Hey, Maeve! What're you doing out here? There aren't even any puddles!" Getting close, he could see that she was not entirely her usual self; something about her seemed off, sad. His foot steps slowing as he got within a few feet, Adam lowered his voice: "...You okay? It is kinda late to be out for you."

We are the ones who don't slow down at all
And there's nobody there to catch us when we fall