Didn't really expect this to be a pleasure cruise. But I can't say that's the sort of trouble I'd expected, either.

[The idea of a trusted friend and coworker suddenly losing his wits, lashing out at everyone around him– it's uncomfortably familiar territory for him. Maybe that's why this suspicion of his – that there's more to this Ploiatos business than a guy that just turned out to be a bad egg – is so powerful. This suspicion (fear?) that there might be a Darrow in this world too, pulling the strings–

Adam shakes his head and sidesteps Lúcio, walking past him. Keep moving, keep talking.]

Before you get any ideas– I don't think it's the kind of sickness that you can cure. [He says, about as gently as his voice is capable of sounding.]