Ah well, if he dies, he dies. He guesses it won't be so bad. This shitty life he never even asked for will just be over... It's not like anyone gives a shit about him anyway.
Of course, Adachi's power isn't entirely controlled. It's like being in his subconscious. Isn't that a nice idea? That's why it's so damn creepy all the time, a light dawning and the usual green haze rising up to fill the air. Small, twisted structures begin to appear. There's a woman standing in the distance, pale and indistinct.
Closer to hand, a form coalesces near Jack, weapon drawn.
"Oh, that guy," the fake Adachi sighs, seemingly more bored than anything else, putting his hands in his pockets as he waits to die. "I don't know why he keeps showing up."
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Of course, Adachi's power isn't entirely controlled. It's like being in his subconscious. Isn't that a nice idea? That's why it's so damn creepy all the time, a light dawning and the usual green haze rising up to fill the air. Small, twisted structures begin to appear. There's a woman standing in the distance, pale and indistinct.
Closer to hand, a form coalesces near Jack, weapon drawn.
"Oh, that guy," the fake Adachi sighs, seemingly more bored than anything else, putting his hands in his pockets as he waits to die. "I don't know why he keeps showing up."