Adam walks atop his high rooftop in heaven in the dawn, while all of heaven was mostly busy or asleep. He looks down at a pit dug with angelic spears stood up inside. his wings unspread, He’s not planning on catching himself. He’s crying silently when he sees Lute, his right hand he commanded to go to bed for the night standing near the roof

“L-Lute!?- fuck- uh”