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

As expected, Arialla instantly spoke out against the idea she might change her mind, but Adam took that in his stride, nodding and holding his hands up in a mock surrender. After all, this was how everyone who had ever been convinced of something started out.

Seeing her scar, the ugly pale twist on her neck - well. If there was someone who could relate to that, it was Adam himself. Turning his neck and lowering the collar of his shirt, he revealed the five deep marks that ran up his neck and to his jaw, one of them splitting his lip. Nowadays, when hidden with facial hair and the right cut of shirt, they weren't too obvious, but they had clearly once been a ghastly wound. "I know what it's like to get fucked up by someone too. Not an Ascended, but it's not like we've got a monopoly on attacking people. If you'd just been stabbed by a guy, would you hate anyone that's ever held a knife?"

Anyway, as for the alternative... "I mean, I can't think of a worse option than death or this. Look - I died. In Halo, in a really fuckin' unfortunate and tragic and shitty way. Didn't get to say goodbye to anyone I loved or anything." For once, when Adam met her eyes, there was a real genuineness to his expression. "The Voice offered me a chance to come back. See what I needed to see through here. Y'don't realise how much of your life was incomplete til suddenly you don't have it anymore. So is that a good enough reason for you?"

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