Despite how ruthless Adam could be, there was still one thing he couldn't do: take a human life.
It wasn't morality.
It wasn't ethics.
It wasn't some self-imposed code about right and wrong.
It was a psychological block.
One he felt carved into him the day he watched his mother stab herself to death.
Monsters were different. They were the objects and vessels into which his rage could be poured without resistance.
Killing them felt natural, necessary, even cleansing.
But humans?
Whenever it came to killing another person, something inside his head flipped. Not a voice or fear. Just an uncontrollable shutdown. His body would hesitate, lock up, or instinctively choose an alternative path.
Adam could only attribute it to trauma.
Deep down, he didn't believe killing a person was wrong.
He wasn't naïve. He understood the world. He understood the necessity. But understanding something and being able to do it were two entirely different things.
