[@Ktyhrea][@WhiteMoths]
Adam was glad to have Sparrow sitting next to him, closer than she had been before. Again, some feeling was coming up. It was different this time. Opposite of how he felt about Eden. More joyful, and fulfilling. And then, everything changed.
They were asking where he was from, which was probably a normal and human-like question to ask. He had no idea how to respond though. He had to. They would know what he was, and all of this would snap away so quickly. The 'normal human life' he wanted would be impossible to have.
"I've never really had a home," Adam started, looking down at his hands. He was playing with them in his lap and he brought them to the table, where he continued to play with them. "We were always moving around, never really stopping. My parents...." He stumbled for a second. They probably thought he was emotional about it, when really he was remembering how he had killed them. He kept conjuring up his story from nowhere. This was what he'd have to stick to if he was ever asked about it again. "My father told me when I was older that my mother had died giving birth to me, so I never really knew her. My dad, however...," he trailed off and stopped like he didn't want to talk about it. He shook his head. "Anyway, Sparrow, I've finished eating."