Adam's eyes widen in shock, then narrow in fury once again at both of their words. "Don't talk like you fucking know what's going on in my head, Lynch." It's pure venom on his lips, a malediction rather than a name. "It doesn't matter how they came around. They're around. They lived lives, they had thoughts, and feelings. They're people, and I killed one of them. So fuck. You. Both." He says it through grit teeth and continues walking. He had been affected by seeing Ronan die, both times he'd had to live through it. It was why he was so against the plan in the first place. He tries to let his anger simmer down from its boil, though. He can't be responsible for any more damage today.
He continues following Blue through the door, turning on the light behind him, flooding the cabin with iridescent light before moving on into the kitchen. He braces himself on the counter, perched above the mini mini Henrietta comprised of tiny cereal boxes.
He lets himself breathe, trying to comprehend everything when Blue asks the question Adam didn't want to dwell on. Still, he turns his head, only enough to see the other two. He knows he isn't responsible for it, and though Kavinsky knows some strange people outside of this group, something tells him that their field of options isn't that wide.
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Date: 2015-03-20 10:26 am (UTC)He continues following Blue through the door, turning on the light behind him, flooding the cabin with iridescent light before moving on into the kitchen. He braces himself on the counter, perched above the mini mini Henrietta comprised of tiny cereal boxes.
He lets himself breathe, trying to comprehend everything when Blue asks the question Adam didn't want to dwell on. Still, he turns his head, only enough to see the other two. He knows he isn't responsible for it, and though Kavinsky knows some strange people outside of this group, something tells him that their field of options isn't that wide.