[seasonal event] dust and decay

Going to the fields after the horrors of Fiat Lux, which he had seen (and felt) firsthand....Adam was not at all thrilled about the prospect. When he closed his eyes he could still see terrified children and bloodied parents, remember dragging away little hands from touching broken skin - he'd found there really wasn't enough booze in the world, this or his last, to erase those kinds of memories. The only reason he came at all was because Deimos asked him, and added the magic words: For Amalia. Perhaps the lone thing that would convince him, helping his best friend, whom was laying so broken and despairing on a bed in the infirmary; it felt more solid of a thing to do for her than telling stories and playing games. So he had agreed to come, however reluctantly. Coffee following along at his heels, he walked towards Deimos, looking rather less chipper than usual. Coming across the man digging in the fields (with a comically tiny shovel - would have made him laugh, if they were not where they were) he knelt down next to him and watched for a moment with his lips pulled to the side, frowning. "...What are you doing?" adam Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough and this is what you get Sad and angry... can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave