[ He stops himself short. He doesn't want to think about it even though he knows he should. Logic dictates that their friend makes it. But logic doesn't have any place in a world like this. Hell, Kavinsky died and he's up and walking around like he owns the place. Adam knows he has to ask. And he knows Blue's the only one who can answer him. She's the only one who shares the same dreadful knowledge he does, the name on a list someplace in Fox Way.
So when he speaks his voice is hushed and awful and he's trying to keep it together because it has no place here. ] Is he okay? [ Does he live? Does he make it? ]
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[ He stops himself short. He doesn't want to think about it even though he knows he should. Logic dictates that their friend makes it. But logic doesn't have any place in a world like this. Hell, Kavinsky died and he's up and walking around like he owns the place. Adam knows he has to ask. And he knows Blue's the only one who can answer him. She's the only one who shares the same dreadful knowledge he does, the name on a list someplace in Fox Way.
So when he speaks his voice is hushed and awful and he's trying to keep it together because it has no place here. ] Is he okay? [ Does he live? Does he make it? ]