He tilts his head. "Adam?" He drops his scythe, snatching it up after it's sent clattering to the floor. "What war? Why would that have caused a war? I barely know who to trust anymore. You both abandoned us. Your friends. That doesn't sound like a war to me." He taps his scythe. "That sounds like desertion." He watches him with a icy stare, then picks up Artimes's limp body, and moves her to the couch.