Adam
It starts with a teaspoon of trouble - It ends in bliss and penury
There is no pension plan for heroes - So you'll want to get the hell out of my way
There is no pension plan for heroes - So you'll want to get the hell out of my way
Adam watched as everyone approached, wondering where the hell all these interesting looking people had been during his first weeks in Caido. He recognised some faces: the shy girl who had let him hide in her clinic, the guy whom he had fucking shot and Maea.
Perhaps they'd all hidden because they'd known he would out-interest all of them.
On that note, he felt very able to answer the woman's question. Adam believed he had many admirable traits, so many that it was honestly hard to choose just one to say. But... she had said it was something they all posessed. He didn't feel like he had all that much in common with these people.
Except...everyone he'd spoken to had had a sob story of one kind or another. Some kind of hardship they'd had to deal with. Adam knew he had his fair share. And so he gave the unusually solemn answer of: "We all have endurance."
