Adam
Peter insisted yet again he would keep doing what he was, but Adam had seen the flash of doubt in his eyes. The crack in the armour; it was all he needed to start. He had never been quite so determined to do anything as to get Peter out of the Launceleyn grasp, wanting to complete this little act of rebellion against what seemed to be the rising powers-that-were."You know you can change your life at any moment, right? I've been all sortsa things. I worked in a brothel, I stole shit, I tried to be an assassin, I was a highwayman, but I dealt in uh...plants on the side. You can decide any day to not be who you were before." He shrugged as if it were the easiest thing in the world.
He frowned at the question, not expecting it and confused. "What do you mean? I told you, it was a city back where I came from. It was next to where I got married, a bigger place, the capital, Akkarain. You know, in Nuwa, the country in my world...? Before this...?" He had probably massively over-explained, but he didn't understand the source of Peter's suspicions.
At least everyone is trying, everyone is shining
Everyone deserves the flames but it's such a shame
