Just leave them be, Adam. The only way people can learn is through pain. No. You, of all people, should know that isn't true at all—there is nothing to learn from pain but despair and horror.
Adam's hair danced over his eyes, hiding their glimmer as they reflected the map on his phone. The wind was still harshly blasting across his body.
"Forger, can you tell me about the Agility stat?!"
"I also need you to find a way to make the crowd go home, just in case they don't listen to me."
"What…?"
"I don't watch cartoons! I don't know what that means!" Adam shook his head, getting his hair away from his face. "And I don't want to embrace anything. I'm just… me."
Another voice whispered in Adam's ear—Clementine Rousseau.
