An Odd Church

"Har har. For what it's worth, I don't actually kill anyone." Once he had been ashamed of his weakness, his inability to end the life of another; in some of the communities he'd travelled in it had been a mark of honour to tell someone how many lives you'd ended. But as he'd gotten older he'd stopped giving so much of a shit about making a good impression on people who'd betray him in a heartbeat, and instead held to his own internal moral code. Which meant no killing. "It's a gun. This is a pistol, specifically. Y'really never seen a fucking gun before? That's so weird." They had been pretty commonplace in his world, most people had had some kind of firearm to guard themselves with - he began to realise in a world without he could be in a position of some power...except that. Oh. Magic. Adam looked down as he felt something soft on his hand and upon seeing a cat, grinned. "Oh, hey!" Immediately he went to try and gently scratch at Bobi's tummy and make dignified cooing noises. adam Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough and this is what you get Sad and angry... can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave