fights all night

“Fine,” He said after a minute, lifting a hand to his head. “Just…feel weird. Tired and…not, at the same time.”

I nodded to show I understood, tossing away the corpse with a flick of my wrist. We’d been at this all night and had fallen into a steady routine of fighting and healing, making sure that Adam didn’t succumb to exhaustion. I’d notice that seemed to affect him a bit oddly and wondered if there was a split between physical and mental exhaustion, but he’d put it aside and kept going, battling nonstop until the sun was almost prepared to rise.