No Hand on the Reins

Adam Some things you do just to see how bad they'll make you feel Sometimes you try to freeze time 'til the slots are a blur of spinning wheels Kiada rolled over to see him a little better and Adam smiled, leaning up on one elbow so he was looking down at her. "No shame in getting caught. Just means you know how to avoid it next time. And how to escape. I've broken out of so many jails by now I could write a book on it." If I could write, he added in his mind, but didn't say that, the shame of his illiteracy still something he felt keenly. So Amalia wasn't her mum, was in fact someone she had gotten close to only at Longnight; an event Adam only really knew of as 'that one night with the weird firey bird', but he had heard of violence and death from a few people in those two weeks. "Oh, uh...right. I see. Sorry...about that." He awkwardly attempted comfort, never having been good at genuine emotions beyond sarcastic lust and boisterous confidence. A quiet fell as she turned to look at the mouth of the cave, Adam's eyes falling on her scar. He didn't ask about it, he knew better than that; he never wanted to talk about his own scars and knew the conversation could easily turn that way. "So...you think they're gonna kill us? I think they're gonna, but then I dunno why they didn't just do it up top. Maybe they're cooking up some weird fucking way to do it. Or maybe they're watching us to see what we're gonna do first..." He glanced up and around the cave as if looking for eyes in the darkness. "Maybe they're just starving us out." But I am just a broken machine And I do things that I don't really mean