[seasonal event] wasted faith

ADAM

As Deimos considered his question Adam added more and more to the base of his basket, little squares coming out diagonally to make a bottom a few inches across. It was not perhaps the most complicated design in the world, but it would be strong and it was appearing quickly; betrayed his farm beginnings - aesthetics had not mattered when the baskets had to be made quick enough to hold the harvests.

"Did ya get it? Honour and glory, I mean. All that good stuff." From the way Deimos had said the words, as if they were somehow beneath him, Adam thought it unlikely, but it was so difficult to tell anything about the man's true emotions he could not be entirely sure.

The question he was asked in return was only fair, but Adam couldn't help but inwardly cringe; he was sure Deimos would not like the answer. Still, he was trying to be honest and all... "Well. For a while, then on and off, I've worked in brothels. Then uh...I guess what you could call stealing, but only ever from noble cunts that deserved it; in my world there was a lot of fuckery going on on their part and I saw it as a kind of justice." He shrugged, unsure how well that idea would translate across universes.

A wasted youth is better by far

Then a wise and productive old age

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