"It seems too good," Adam said finally, "that this miracle happened."
Watch didn't say anything, just watched Adam fiddle with his hands.
"...I suppose I'm angry," Adam said bitterly, "Just a bit."
"I'd be surprised if you weren't," Watch admitted.
"You died," Adam said, squatting next to the grave, "And I did nothing."
"You were there till the very end," Watch murmured, "I know that the other me," he paused and continued, "was happy with that. After all, I would have been and we're the same."
Adam nodded and flicked some dust off the gravestone, "You told me once that I know you better than anyone."
"I feel like I don't know you"
"But you do. You know me better than anyone."
"...I suppose we will"
"It's not like you to brood," Watch said curiously.
"A friend of mine just died," Adam said, "and then he's here, standing next to me. You're alive. He's dead. There are no distinctions and there should be. You died Watch. I buried you."
"I'm right here Adam."
"I know," Adam interrupted, "...I have regrets."
"I suppose it is," Adam got up, "It's getting late. We need to be home by sunset."
Watch studied him from the corner of his eyes and wiped his glasses. Adam would not talk any further. Something had changed, Watch thought, and where it would lead them, even he could not divine.
But something had changed. Someone had died and returned. Watch was never sentimental, but Adam was. And Adam's sentimentality affected Watch deeper than he realized.
"If you're going to leave, then you can kill me"
"Don't make me do this."
"Adam, if you're going to leave, then you should kill me right now"