From Adam, To Himself At Sixteen

Had I more time, I’d have probably sourced a few clips to go alongside this, or at least a few more images.  Alas, I’ve got a neural network to train, so this will have to do.

Adam’s got more than a few skeletons in his closet, by this point.  The man’s been through hell and back; taking down the Masters was no mean feat, and a lot of people didn’t make it out alive.  As with any war, sacrifices had to be made.  Lives were lost, a sad inevitability in any large-scale conflict.  The wounds never really healed, the pain just got dulled with time.

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