With sudden conviction, Adam looks up, breathing louder than his words, "Someone has to." He's slowly getting himself back under control, though he hardly has confidence for it holding. He doesn't care if Peter never understands; he'd actually rather he didn't, but Adam has an equal capacity for love as he'd ever had for evil. Love keeps him going, it would always be there, silent but faithful life support.

There was nothing more he could say, not to get across what he needed to; not to satisfy Peter. He knows the Petrellis aren't the picture of support, he knows they hurt Peter more than even he can. It's easy enough to leave family behind, he would know better than anyone, but once they were gone--they were gone.

"What would have been better?" His hand buries itself in his own hair, back to asking the sand hard questions. "We were already... I couldn't. Not because I'm a noble man, but because I'm a coward. You know that better than anyone else, even Hiro Nakamura."

Going quiet again, he starts praying. Praying to wake up or praying to never; it's all the same in the end.