You didn't really think this through, did you, Adam? This is pathetic. You sat back down, thinking you can actually do something.
More so than the pain of having his arm crushed, the voice that echoed inside his skull drowned him. Some of his fractured bones were already sticking out of his skin, tiny bits of blood dripping from them… and yet he couldn't really feel them.
Always wanting to act like a hero. Always thinking you can save people. Look at you now—weak, pathetic, worthless. What kind of hero can't even protect himself? What? You think you're not doing this to be a hero?
Adam gritted his teeth, the pain finally radiating through his shoulder and neck as he glanced at his shattered arm.
You stayed for those women in the cells. You threw away your chance to escape. And for what? So you could get tortured and killed by this psychopath? Some hero you are. You—
