Adam
It's not a cult, it's a family.
If Adam could make a list of 'most culty sayings ever', that one would have been top of the list. He would have laughed, if he wasn't actually quite worried for Peter's safety. "That's what they want you to think, but c'mon. How long have you known these people? Y'don't just become family because you decide you are. You're either born with them or you have to get to know them."
His own 'family' back at home, disfunctional and spread far as it was, had been all found, scraps of the streets holding hands over the feeling of being outcasts. But the bonds had developed over time, had not been forced.
"You know, like, today it's nice happy family. Then it's they need you to go get something. Then they make up new rules. Then you need to kill anyone not following the rules. Then you need to sleep with someone. Fucked Up. Shit. That's just how this kinda thing normally goes." He shrugged. "I'm just saying be careful, Peter. You don't just..."
Adam sighed. "I know it's...prolly tempting, right? You want a place to belong here. I get it. But you need to make sure you fall in with the right crowd. It sure as hell ain't me, but I don't think it's this 'family' either."
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
