Just what the hell am I thinking right now?
What am I doing? What was I about to do here?
It's something stupid, surely something stupid… I'm always doing stupid things, risky things… try as I might, I just can never help myself.
Sluggish, inert, and literally steps away from total exhaustion… and yet there I was, still trying to take another step forward.
Seriously, I ask any doctor around and I'm guaranteed to get a diagnosis for a chronic aversion to self-preservation or something… like, I just can't seem to want to keep myself from wanting to keep risking myself.
And the more that urge continued to rise within me, the tighter Adalia seemed to cling to me.