A sensation of weightlessness engulfed Adam before his eyelids fluttered with difficulty, and he forced his eyes open. The first thing he noticed was the wind whipping against his body, then that his charred body was gone, replaced by a flickering spectral frame. Finally, the large circular plaza he was falling toward and the many ghosts populating it.
"Catch him, guys!"
The same voice resounded, followed by the excited cheers he was used to hearing each time he returned to the city.
"Prometheus!"
"Humanity's most crazy monster!"
"More importantly! He said it!"
Confusion flashed in his eyes as he wondered why they didn't resent him. After all, he had been the one who killed them all. But before he could think, thousands of smiling faces filled his eyes. Then, thousands of arms reached for the sky to catch him.
And a particular pair drew his attention as they grabbed him with affection.
"Got you, brother!"
