feel whats out of place

Adam

You took notes on what you had to do
To get the piece of the pie that belonged to you

"Aw, c'mon now." Arialla was a tougher nut to crack than he'd imagined, but Adam had been practicing his roguish charm his entire life and was as of yet undeterred. As she sat down his smile widened and he leaned back on his hands, assuming that for now he had avoided the risk of being attacked.

Well, what did he have to say? "Alright, so listen. Wessex is kind of...intense. I know that. And Nate gets real fucking angry really quick." Not that Adam disliked either of them particularly, but he'd always been a quick judge of character. "I'm a lot more...look, I'll be honest with you about all of it. I don't even like the Voice and if I'd have had more of a choice? Wouldn't have Ascended. So you can ask me questions. Tell me what you hate about 'em. Whatever."

Of course, he did have a motive for allowing himself to be so open. "Thing is, I would like less people wanting to kill us all. I know the Ascended aren't all good. But I don't think we're worth murdering either. So I'm hoping I might change your mind." Adam raised an eyebrow, wondering if she'd immediately leave; he'd seen minds closed tight before.

You've been waiting for this ever since you were young
Be careful not to choke on your tongue