Gifted Curse
The branches holding the glistening apples, gilded in a lavish complexion, swayed every so slightly as the primordial looked upon the young man, veiled by his ancient aura. It seemed the entirety of the garden was anchored to Adam's being, moving in tandem with his words; as such, it was silent as he was silent.
Only once he began speaking again did the abyssal ponds flow and drip, "I believe before I should continue, it would be beneficial if I made something clear."
"..." Emilio stayed quiet, listening attentively.
"I am not your friend; I experience no interest in your joy or happiness. However, your existence itself is intriguing to me–a curiosity that I wish to allow to blossom further. Your death does not allow that," Adam clarified, "I am aiding you only because my will happens to align with yours; that's all."
"I see…"