[If there's one thing to be said for surviving horrible deaths and remembering them with picture perfect clarity, it's that he can understand what it's like. Adam isn't convinced by the Zen attitude. He stares at her unblinkingly.
Water under the bridge? Bullshit.]
You know who you're talking to, right? [Dry, understated.] I'm one of those people who gets it.
[And he can see through the bravado part, in other words. His veneer is more ironclad after this much time and practice, but he has one, too. Nobody suffers in that sort of way without forming one.
Without warning, he looks over his shoulder, back toward the row of rooms, thoughtful in his own way. He doesn't shrug, but it's almost a thing that can be heard in his voice.]
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Water under the bridge? Bullshit.]
You know who you're talking to, right? [Dry, understated.] I'm one of those people who gets it.
[And he can see through the bravado part, in other words. His veneer is more ironclad after this much time and practice, but he has one, too. Nobody suffers in that sort of way without forming one.
Without warning, he looks over his shoulder, back toward the row of rooms, thoughtful in his own way. He doesn't shrug, but it's almost a thing that can be heard in his voice.]
If you want one, I have one.