"Heh…?"
Adam wasn't moving at all. He was only staring at his arms, which were completely covered in white spikes. Dean walked around to face him, looking down at him with a wide smirk on his face.
"This is it?" Dean shook his head slowly. "This is what the Hospital spent twenty years and a billion dollars chasing? Man. What a waste. The old Dr. Aniston's worries were for nothing."
He seemed to be trying to taunt Adam… but Adam wasn't hearing a single word coming out of his mouth.
It's over, Adam. Everything you've done is useless. Dr. Aniston... no. Tomoe Adams. That was her real name. She's gone. The Hospital's gone too. Already eating itself. What's the use? What are you even doing here? Who are you fighting for? What's left?
Dean stepped close. One step too many.
Adam's hand suddenly shot up and gripped Dean's throat without any warning.
