Bewildered would be a mild word to describe how Adam felt as he came to. Boggled, perhaps. Confused. Unmoored.
Salty, he determined, lacking his lips with a grimace.
He seemed to be on a strange beach, a step up from the last time he came to after death seemed certain. Was this the same place or somewhere new?
What was different was a coolness in the pit of his stomach. A seed, just planted, still unsteady, that perhaps this place would be alright. This was where he was supposed to be, it told him. Inexplicable. This was nowhere near where he was supposed to be. He was supposed to be dead.
It's then that he spots movement on the shore. He doesn't register the biting cold as he slides his glasses, blessedly still perched if askew, back down on his nose.
He certainly doesn't feel the harsh grit of the sand against his skin as the figure comes into focus.
Ah.
The seed sprouts, pushing tentatively upward.
His voice is a cracked, rusted thing, but he uses it none the less. Hopes it isn't lost to the wind.
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Salty, he determined, lacking his lips with a grimace.
He seemed to be on a strange beach, a step up from the last time he came to after death seemed certain. Was this the same place or somewhere new?
What was different was a coolness in the pit of his stomach. A seed, just planted, still unsteady, that perhaps this place would be alright. This was where he was supposed to be, it told him. Inexplicable. This was nowhere near where he was supposed to be. He was supposed to be dead.
It's then that he spots movement on the shore. He doesn't register the biting cold as he slides his glasses, blessedly still perched if askew, back down on his nose.
He certainly doesn't feel the harsh grit of the sand against his skin as the figure comes into focus.
Ah.
The seed sprouts, pushing tentatively upward.
His voice is a cracked, rusted thing, but he uses it none the less. Hopes it isn't lost to the wind.
"Takashi... ?"