[He takes the bottle back, hand moving without thought as he stares at Gansey. He doesn't remember being here, he doesn't remember anything.

Adam is silent for a long moment, coming to a decision. It's for the best. At least he has to believe that - it might even be true. It's better this way, better if Gansey doesn't remember any of the awful things that have happened, better if this just now, this being buried alive, is the only thing.

There'll be more, probably, but it's better this way. Adam would have spared Gansey from everything that happened if he'd been given the choice, after all.]

I'm not sure where to start. We've been here for - maybe four months? And we were somewhere else before that. You were with us. You disappeared a few weeks ago.

[And Adam pauses for a moment, deciding there's no reason to talk about everything that happened after that. How he and Ronan fought, and avoided each other, and then Adam got buried - it was all bad. Better not to mention it. Not now, anyway, when this is all surely more than enough information. Too much.]

This place is ruled by gods that feed off our emotions. One of them, Fear, buried about half of us not so long ago. I don't - know what happened here, not really, but I'm sure he did that to you.

[He says it like it's nothing but facts, like he wasn't trapped and terrified himself. It's easier that way, if Adam can pretend to have some distance.

He doesn't know what else to say.]

Your hands. Did you get hurt?