"That's one way to put it. I don't get their fucking problem." Adam said with a heavy frown, shaking his head as he thought back to his beachside conversation with Arialla, how insistent she had been that despite all the evidence, despite his love and personality and voice and dreams, he had no soul. That he wasn't real.
Normally, were Adam told that he had talents, he'd grin and toss his hair back and agree that of course he did. This time, he glanced up at the Goddess as if asking if she really meant it, only finding his voice when she asked her question. "Uh...yeah, if I can avoid it. Pet's more the murdery type. I tend to just kinda..y'know, get people out of the way, but not in a permanent way. Not if I don't have to." His hands weren't clean, but they were a lot less bloody than they could have been.
Normally, were Adam told that he had talents, he'd grin and toss his hair back and agree that of course he did. This time, he glanced up at the Goddess as if asking if she really meant it, only finding his voice when she asked her question. "Uh...yeah, if I can avoid it. Pet's more the murdery type. I tend to just kinda..y'know, get people out of the way, but not in a permanent way. Not if I don't have to." His hands weren't clean, but they were a lot less bloody than they could have been.
So collect your courage and collect your horse
And pray you never feel this same kind of remorse
And pray you never feel this same kind of remorse
Adam
