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	[b]A[/b]dam forced himself to sit up. A malicious worry for his own life showing itself. There it was, so vivid, and so sudden that it had almost startled the lad. However, instead of expressing said fear, Adam simply righted himself in the vehicle, pushing off whichever lump of flesh was beneath him, and awaited for the Japanese woman’s conversation to be done with. 

	He folded his arms over his chest, holding all of his fear inside. [color=orange][b]“We need to hurry and get to our Units. I [i]refuse[/i] to die here in this forsaken shit hole.”[/b][/color] he told everyone, anger lurking in those youthful eyes. [color=orange][b]“I was carried here to fight, Angels. N-Not…”[/b][/color]

	His grip on himself tightened. [color=orange][b]“Not to die outside the cockpit of Unit 3,”[/b][/color] 

	The moment Misato took over and started driving, which was just as maniacal as he was prideful, Adam smiled. He looked ahead, so the terrain mostly cleared, and stuck his body out the window to view the Angel. He would be sure to take it down before anyone else. That was what he did back in the States and it’ll be what he did in Japan too. He slid back inside and pulled himself over Helen's shoulder. [color=orange][b]"How much longer?"[/b][/color]