three thousand years. that number was important, the words and the memories attached even more so, yet he could barely recall any of it, the end, the new humanity... the failure, he could remember the words, but what happened? who was he? why did he not remember his name? a flash came to him, not his name, but a title... Adam. there were more words, but he could barely even think anymore, it hurt, it was all so muddled and foggy, he thought he remembered a face... a woman, but the mist forced the image away before he could recall it. He knew he had been hurt, betrayed... but by who? why? the pain, though with little knowledge to it, seared to the forefront of his mind, his existence burning with the feeling of having been hurt.

But the worst of the hurt was not that inflicted on him by those he trusted, but the one he had inflicted. He had hurt people, he could feel it, even if he had no idea who, the guilt was large. the only full sentence he remembered, carried with it all of his being, his hope, he could feel the joy emanating from the sentence. the sentence was "you Can be saved." somehow he knew it wasn't some religious door to door preacher or Christian asshole.

after that more and more popped into Adam's head, though still so fragmented. he faintly remembered a woman begging someone not to leave her. was she talking to him? she sounded so afraid...