"ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥?"

[ He doesn't particularly feel like sitting down, but he lets himself be pushed in the direction. Though he snorts rather loudly. ] It's the one fucking thing i'm actually supposed to worry about. And I almost killed everyone. Ninety-three percent. I wouldve killed ninety-three percent of the population. Anything for Adam. But! Nathan saved my ass. Again. Just like always.

And now he's dead.