Bees worked. Adam slept.
He dreamed of Aaron and Isaac. They had not been his closest friends, but had died fighting by his side. Killed by mysterious enemies intent on driving the Beekeepers to war. The Elders had wisely declined the bait, but Adam had struck out on his own.
It had been a mistake. Even if he had known the correct targets, it was the always wrong choice.
He had used dead friends as an excuse to destroy.
He would no longer be destructive in their memory.
He would keep them in mind as he made the world better.