He won't make it to three. It's not hard to utilize the Organization's resources. Even with Bambi dead and all her hardcopies went with her, he still has the means to find anyone in this city. He kept track of Rachel and keeping track of Rachel leads him to keep track of Adrian. There might come a day when Adrian's death would be of more use to him, but right now, it would be such a waste to have Rachel unhappy and unable to keep up her lessons. And, really, rescuing her beau will only bring her closer to him. He can use that.
Before Adrian's mental count gets to three, Adam strolls into the area with his hands in his pockets, having been tipped off by members of the Internal Police to his whereabouts. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Suicide, while evidently painless, is the lowest form of cowardice."
Not the best thing to open with, but if Adam wanted to open with something better, he would have. There's a pigeon in the nearest tree prepared to knock that knife right out of Adrian's hand if he doesn't stop.
He doesn't make it to three, if only because the sound of a stranger's voice upsets the balance he struck between regret and resolve. All the tension, the momentum, leaves in a rush and he's left with a blade resting against his neck and empty, empty feelings. They strike him as distantly as the sound of fireworks launched a mile off. He's so tired.
He's so, so tired.
"You are a coward when you even seem to have backed down from a thing you openly set out to do," he responds. It sound automatic. It feels automatic. He can't think of any words of his own.
"Mark Twain," Adam remarks, taking a step closer. He's not afraid of a suicidal man with a knife. It's hard to find anything that can scare a god.
He shrugs, nonchalantly, like this is completely normal and he's just having an average conversation about the state of the weather and not trying to convince someone not to kill themselves. "Still, I'd put the knife down if I were you."
He's just so confident. It's hard to ignore that level of confidence, really.
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Before Adrian's mental count gets to three, Adam strolls into the area with his hands in his pockets, having been tipped off by members of the Internal Police to his whereabouts. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Suicide, while evidently painless, is the lowest form of cowardice."
Not the best thing to open with, but if Adam wanted to open with something better, he would have. There's a pigeon in the nearest tree prepared to knock that knife right out of Adrian's hand if he doesn't stop.
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He's so, so tired.
"You are a coward when you even seem to have backed down from a thing you openly set out to do," he responds. It sound automatic. It feels automatic. He can't think of any words of his own.
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He shrugs, nonchalantly, like this is completely normal and he's just having an average conversation about the state of the weather and not trying to convince someone not to kill themselves. "Still, I'd put the knife down if I were you."
He's just so confident. It's hard to ignore that level of confidence, really.
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He's not sure what to do after that. He didn't think beyond the knife and privacy. Now that the privacy's gone...
"Who are you?"
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