Adam
Peter's explanation cleared some things up, but left Adam pretty concerned. He didn't normally worry for people, but Peter seemed especially vulernable and this was rather obviously something shifty. Not one for being subtle, he asked: "Hey, Peter. So do you know what a cult is?"
"Because this sounds like a cult. You meet some woman, she gives you a test, you get a new name and jobs and learn stuff? All that quick?" Adam pulled a face, distaste for the whole situation clear on his features. "Doesn't that ring just the littlest of alarm bells in your head? That maybe this might lead to some fucked up shit?"
Adam took a swig from his horn, not having prepared to warn his friend away from a cult tonight and feeling far too sober for it.
men, they say a lot of foolish things
And in the end the only words
I can find to believe in are mine
And in the end the only words
I can find to believe in are mine
