"I believe Anais asked me today that if she was in the hypothetical trolley problem, would I let her be hit to spare five others."
Adam takes a sip from his coffee and rests his head on Serena's shoulder.
"I naturally told her I would simply derail the tram instead."
"You would just derail the tram...?" The words escape from her lips low, forced beneath a lack of amusement, though the truth teems at the edge of each sound, fraying and teasing them apart. And in the time that her question clings to the air does she tilt her head to rest atop of his, the tips of nails belonging to one hand drumming alongside her mug. "An amateur response. I'm surprised she allowed you to keep breathing after an answer so insulting to the love and dedication an Aromatisse like her deserves."
She has always been an interesting creature— that Anaïs. Her beloved Anaïs, whom she would lay down her immortal life for and would do so for her in turn. The carrier of name tied to acts of mercy and graciousness, and yet always has she yearned to be the focus of attention. To flutter those big, round and shimmering eyes, and know how to tug at the heartstrings of those around her just so. Focus flickers over to the doorway— to claws grasping at its wood, and those same eyes framed by bright feathers not suspended in their as the once were, but somewhere more grounded. She almost laughs at the irony of it— almost.
Instead, the corners of lips twitch, and she shifts her gaze back over to what she can see of Adam.
"You cannot stop there. Do that, free her, hunt down the person who tied her to the tracks in the first place, and drag them back to Anais for her to decide the fate she believes they deserve. And you must promise to do that."
Fingers spread back against the glazing of the mug, and for a moment does she focus on the warmth that spreads through them. To slow the mind, to not continue too soon and lose all effect.
"'Simply derail the tram'," Serena forces a scoff against her lips, something of laugh stopped in its tracks. Like the air that would leave her would be wasted in the complete sound— that she would not deign to entertain it further. "Please."