At The Sea Of Beauty And Dread [Adam/Open]

"Should I be the only one to spite? Of course not. Spite breeds will, will breeds progression and progression breeds evolution for the human race. More people should spite in my opinion, hahahahaahah."

Oh yes~ Our fluffy-pink faced terrorist with the most bloodiest of eyes was oh-so-sure of this way of thinking. And why wouldn't he? It's the only thing which got him through the abyss of monsters that this world threw his way. At every point where he'd be better off dead, that feeling of spite to progress his desire made him cut through even the boundaries of life and death to spit in the gods face despite the fact he should have long been killed by the savages, maniacs and brutes that this universe has in no short supply.

"What? There is no need to get upset."

...

Then there was a pause and Adam slapped himself before giggling like a little child.

"Wait, no. Get mad. Get upset. Pardon my edginess, but embrace that spite. It might actually do wonders for all the mental buzzing of bullshit in your head since I can see you are hurting a lot and it's actually pretty sad to see without any of that ripe sarcasm I love to dish out."

Despite the hurt in his own heart, that cheer and joy behind the male's voice was as vibrant as ever. Whenever he had a chance to speak? Oh hell yeah, he'd take it, run with it and get lost in the moment as he was someone that thrived off that attention to his words. After all: he was human. Humans love getting that daily dose of social interaction with whoever is going to listen. Without it, the belief in Adam's heart surely believes we'd all go ever bloody mad. Just look at those poor bastards like Nathan who lose everything in solitary confinement.

But then.....two blinks of the eye were given by Adam.

Was what he was doing effective? Probably. He was still alive and kicking, so it worked well enough. Perhaps there was something he could discern from this madman if he probed him enough. Despite the perception of a smug little shit, Adam never really let his ego or pride blind him to other ideas. As far as he was concerned, the more information he disceeted the others, the more potent his own brain, thoughts and plans could become as he executes on this wealth of knowledge again, again and again.

So, he'd clap his hands and give Nathan a reply since he was feeling ever-so chatty today:

"Well: you see me breathing and talking shit to you right now. It may not be the best plan in the world, but it's working out pretty okay since I'm doing a lot better than the poor sons of a bitches who are fossils in the ground."

....eh?

Responsibility?

There was a blank expression given to Adam since he had no clue what he would even take responsibility for. As far as he was concerned, everyone had to do what they had to do to survive in this new world. In fact, even in the old world, there was never really any other choice but to do that. Yeah, there probably was some regrets lingering in the heart of Eve; the him which could accept all of these terrible deeds. But in his reality? He was ready at any moment to forfeit his life to anyone with a stronger will, hunger and power could consume him as it would just prove his way of progressing the evolution of the human race and this world was ultimately shit.

"What? You want me to say I'm sorry to every little John Doe I've wronged or hurt? Apologies don't mean dick, I'm afraid. I've gone far beyond the point of being able to take responsibility for anything I've done."

Really, in the mind of Adam, there was no going back to whatever he was before this. All the carnage and blood on his hands could not be absolved by any god on this damn existence, so it was up to him to finish out what he had carried himself to do since he already saw himself as irredeemable and doing anything else was just half-assed, wishy-washy bullshit.

"I ain't gonna go out of my way to extract harm on people if other routes and plans can be done first, but if it has to be done, it has to be done and I'm not shy about dirtying my hands to achieve what I need to."

A shrug of the shoulders could only be given by Adam as it was just that absolute in his mind. Sure, Eve grieved for them, but the psyche of Adam was different than her and allowed for the whole of their body to endure since her love was enough to shield him for whatever crap either he himself or the world threw at him.

"Besides, I don't think you are in a position to talk about coping methods. You are the one sleeping your life away in a dingy old cave, bird boy."

Then, a snicker left the mouth of Adam. He always liked being referred to as loving, sweet or anything adorable since it made him feel loved and pretty. And he was pretty vain about those types of things, so he took great pride in it and wasn't afraid to toot his own horn about it.

"But, thank you. I do know my ass is pretty sweet and it's sweet of you to notice."

Of course, after he uttered those words, a sound punch to the face was given to Adam. It sent him flying about a few feet as he landed straight on his pretty little behind. The sudden rush of burning pain to his nose and mouth, the taste of iron on his tongue and throbbing sensation of warmth in his head made him realize blood had been drown. And, instead of getting angry about it, it only amused the male as he started laughing still.

"What? Have my words finally gotten that sense of spite to awaken in you? Good. At least you aren't thinking about tearing yourself a part. I've done my job here."

While spitting out the blood from his mouth, the male stood up, dusted himself off and looked Nathan square in his eyes as he had only this to say:

"I only dragged you out of that hole as there was more to living than just sleeping in a pit of your own horrors. Even the guy consumed by spite can see that: so why can't you?"