𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 .ᐟ

- convinced by simply shifting our methodology. We don't need to be a threat to be heard. We can fight without ending lives."

Yes, she has a sandwich. Yes, it's amazing. No, she is not sharing.

- It was a long shot; a reach beyond comprehension ... But even Blake herself could not deny that some part of her, buried deep beneath her growth through suffering, still believed in Adam. She took a single step closer, but maintained a respectable distance between them.

Don't mind her, she's just lamenting the notion that all the tea seems to be gone.

a few paces from him. She kept her back to him for a moment to take in the bleeding colours of the setting sun ... and then slowly turned to face him. "I never was good at saying goodbye, let alone to someone that I - ..." She couldn't bring herself to say it out loud.

"You were. And I gave you several." Each time she confronted him - directly, indirectly - about the excessive force, the increase in casualties in their wake ... she was shut down. For a time, she believed him when he said things would be better that way. The longer it -

- "I wish I had, too," she finally confessed, "maybe things could have been different. Instead, I convinced myself you wouldn't care." A pause. "Was I wrong?"

It was her turn to be in shock, although she wasn't nearly as adept at hiding it. Her eyes widened and she carefully considered his response ... logical, calmly-worded and thoughtful. It was only then that she realized how tense her body had become; how she'd been expecting -

Adam very rarely displayed outward signs of stress, so it didn't surprise her that his expression was difficult to read ... until his lips moved. He was listening now. She had his attention. "The train heist, the way I left ... it shouldn't have happened that way."