"I asked you a question! Why are you alive instead of my wife and son?! Do you think that just because you're a Hero, you deserve to live more than others?!"
What the old man was saying doesn't make sense at all, and it didn't need to. It doesn't have to—they were grieving, and Adam understood that feeling clearly. Grief…
…grief is love without reason.
And so, he let them be. And when the others realized Adam wasn't reacting, wasn't defending himself at all, they… joined in.
"Are you here to mock us?!"
"Shouldn't you be dead?!"
"Why do you get to walk away when they didn't?"
A dozen of them screamed at him. He couldn't hear most of their words since they were drowning each other's words, but he knew what they were trying to say. Those were words, after all, he'd been saying to himself his entire life.
And if anything, he might actually agree with them.
To his surprise, however, there were actually people who didn't agree.
"What are you guys doing?! Stop it!"
