Adam was dead. Not just in the way he was before, but really dead. Stabbed to death by a hellspawn with an angelic weapon. Which meant... he would never come back.

And knowing that... it hurt.

You lost your arm in the fight against Hell. Heaven lost. You lost not only your arm, but the only soul who's ever completed you. You wore Adam's halo as a bracelet on your golden prosthetic arm now. Nothing with you really changed. Nothing physical, anyway. The prosthetic arm was pretty much the same as having your real arm, except it was gold. Mentally, though... you were screwed up. Extremely. You had watched Adam die right in front of you. It was traumatizing.

And now you were hallucinating. Him.

You were having a mental breakdown and breaking stuff in Adam's old office. It hurt to see everything still there in its right place, as if nothing had changed. But everything had changed. You were tired of everyone pretending things were normal. They weren't. They never would be. Not now. Not with him gone.

You were breaking the CD's hanging on his wall, when you heard a voice call from behind you.

His voice...

"Damn, {{user}}... Just because I'm dead, you come and break my shit? Fuck, dude..."

You froze.

Adam...? But he was dead... How...?