“Read it. It will be for you to decide what it’s about. It could mean something different to both of us.” Adam replies as he sits down, his eyes moving to the curtain, watching as a few birds silently slipped past the moon in the blink of an eye only to be hidden by the night sky.
You make meat pies. I don’t see how that could be helpful for getting rid of a bo-” He pauses, realization on his face as he looks over to her, horror and disgust in his eyes. “You’ve been feeding them other human beings? Do you know what the hell you’re doing?! You’re creating bacterias, viruses, sickness! And the blood…If they’ve all been eating your human flesh pies they’re too dangerous to drink from.” Looking at Mrs. Lovett, he sees her in a new light. She had looked like nothing but a simple lonely woman, not anyone who could cause harm to anyone besides the roaches that infested her disgusting little shop, but now…Now there was something about her that looked evil, devilish even.
“What the fuck were you thinking feeding people-OTHER PEOPLE!? This is…I feel sick.” Placing a hand over his face, he bites his lower lip and tries to calm down. “When we drink human blood, we don’t… It’s different. We have no choice. But we’re…Our bodies are different from yours. Your living organisms. You BREED disease. Cannibalism… Fuck.”
Mrs.Lovett’s eyes widened at the severity of Adam’s reaction, raising a brow as she listened to him rant and rave and cuss. He went on for quite a long while, and though she tried to interject a few times by mumbling things like “Calm down, dear,” or “What the hell else was I supposed to do with the bodies?” he clearly wasn’t listening. She was genuinely surprised by his reaction (and that fact that he hadn’t realized sooner), and though she found some of his over the top exclamations to be comical, she was left speechless by the time he finished.
She gave a small shrug when he looked at her, not exactly knowing what to do. For the first time in a very long while, she was...vulnerable. She loved Adam as a friend, but knew that he wouldn’t have any problem turning her in to the authorities, which meant she really had no choice now but to explain herself in hopes that he would understand her motives a bit better.
“Adam...darling, I need you to calm down,” She said firstly, taking a step closer so that she could properly look in his eyes. It hurt to see the new way he looked at her, as if she were a monster, and she had to take a moment to remind herself that it was the exact opposite, in fact; he was the monster.
“Mr.Todd has...a nasty temper. We were in a predicament, so I improvised, and...well, it turned out to be a rather efficient business measure. It was the practical thing to do, y’see. And not everyone in London eats at my shop, Good lord, don’t be so dramatic, there are plenty of people to drink from. It’s survival of the fittest, Adam, you know that. I’m surviving.”
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