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For a moment it seemed as if she would pull away from Will in a continued effort to appear strong. To not let the world see how the events had affected her. Amelia’s resolve didn’t last though as Will’s words echoed Adrian’s. He would have died either way. She shook her head slightly, hot tears finally coming down, even as she relaxed into his arms. “He didn’t get to see the Tower fall.” It probably seemed ridiculous that she felt she should have given up her own life just to buy him that little bit of extra time, but it had been Adrian’s goal for much of his life. “I could have given that to him…He said the same thing, that I couldn’t save him. I couldn’t save that woman either. Why Will? Why wouldn’t he take my heart instead? Why wouldn’t the bleeding stop?”

A long silence followed his words before Amelia spoke again. "I know Will....I do....it just ...all feels so wrong....it hurts...how can it be alright?" Did Adrian really know he wasn't going to make it or had the video been an insurance policy? Answers he took to the grave but that didn't stop her from dwelling on them. There were other doubts too. If she hadn't insisted on trying to save the people in the Tower would he have had time to see it? Would have more people ended up living in the end, like the woman? All things that would need to be worked through with time, but right now it was all raw. "I...I'm sorry Will. You lost a lot of friends, Adrian included and your stuck trying to make me feel better. Why are you always so nice to me?" Not that she pulled away from him either. The human contact was comforting.

“Your jokes are terrible Will.” Amelia informed him. Mostly because she could really picture Adrian saying something like that and she wasn’t quite ready to joke about it. Still, whatever his reasoning, she was thankful for his kindness towards her. “Lets go fix the world.” She repeated with a deep breath and a few swipes of a shirt sleeve to clean up any tears, though one could never be rid of that glassy eyed looked of someone who had just been crying. “We really should go get Adrian though. Even…even if we can’t make him look better there are still thieves and animals.” It was hard to talk about him that way, but she was determined to do right by him. Stealing hadn’t been a problem in a long while. With Sybil’s constant surveillance criminals of any kind were almost always caught and the punishments were always severe, even for minor things, meaning it was rarely worth the risk. Usually it was children whose minds hadn’t been corrupted by Sybil yet and didn’t really understand the concept of ownership or money or perhaps a rebellious teen, though those usually didn’t last long. Either the rebellion or the teen. It was a mistake made only once by most and those who continued were never heard from again. “We should gather any of the Resistance’s tech people as well to help with the power. It’ll take forever for me to restart everything by myself with one hand. And a vehicle.” The last was self-explanatory since the power plant was a little ways out of the city. At least their little moment had seemed to have done her some good. She was a lot more focused and purposeful

“I guess it’s up to us then. Besides they can get started on the power plant without me.” Amelia commented as she followed Will to the truck. She had no desire to see pancake Adrian either so she sympathized with the other resistance members, however not doing it wasn’t an option for her. She would drag him across town and the dig the hole herself if she had to, though that currently stood as a rather difficult proposition. Hopefully Will would agree.

Amelia climbed into the passenger side of the vehicle. A long pause followed as she considered him, what he said and what it meant. “You don’t have to do that Will.” She said softly. “He’s my responsibility not yours. I should at least help. Besides how are you going to lift him into the truck by yourself?” It wasn’t a burden she wanted to put on Will shoulders alone, seeing Adrian’s mangled corpse, though there was little doubt which of the two of them was better equipped to handle it. If it was bad as Will seemed to think it would be getting the remains in the truck would likely be a difficult and perhaps messy affair.

“You’re right Will. He became my responsibility when he gave me his last wishes and asked that I make sure he is properly buried. Not you or Mason but me.” She answered in the same soft tone. Perhaps even before then. Maybe it was when he had chosen to rescue her instead of his father, or maybe when he had gotten shot while looking for her. There was no point in bringing up those old arguments that had plagued her and Adrian’s relationship. “You’ve already done so much for me. It wouldn’t be right if I let you do this alone.” She wasn’t arguing with him exactly and would probably cave if he was persistent about it, but it would be another thing to feel guilty about.

“How…how can you think that about me?” She couldn’t have been more shocked if he had slapped her. In a way it almost felt like he had. “I don’t want to see him, I’m just trying to do the right thing.” When stony silence was all she got for a response Amelia shifted her gaze to out the passenger window. Of anyone Will should know she had never hated Adrian and his words hurt. When they arrived she didn’t look at Will nor did she attempt to leave the vehicle.

Amelia flinched as Will slammed the door behind him. As always it seemed her intentions had gone awry. She had wanted to lighten his burden, take some pressure off of him and give him some support. Instead she had ended up pissing off the only person who would seemingly put up with her. If he truly wanted her to stay here she would stay. Duty and guilt warred with relief of not having to deal with Adrian’s body. Relief that only served to make her feel guiltier. He didn’t really mean what he said about doing the right thing did he? She tried instead to focus on what would need to be done once they made it to power plant to get things back online, however the longer Will took the more she felt like she was making the wrong choice by waiting here.