Adam stood in the alley, as he watch the last moments of the alternate universe crumbling to dust as it decays into nothing
The blood puddle had dried, but the horrific sight of what he had witness first hand hadn't.
Priscilla stood nearby, her arms folded as she was now standing, her golden drill curls from her cheek as it flow long side the wind, her crimson eyes were unreadable.
As she now looked down at silent Adam and asked.
"So? Tell me boy...
She asked her voice quiet and her deamour indifferent.
"Still have a crush on me? Even knowing I could snap you out of existence just as easily?"
Adam blinked.
Then… he shrugged, his positivity quickly returning.
"That version of me isn't me."
He said flatly.
"So it doesn't really matter if that rip off lives or die."
She blinked in slight suprise at his response.
"But thanks."
Adam added, his voice softening.
