It had been a good joke.
Even MacLeod had got it. Although it had meant his Immortality revealed, Joe had understood, too.
He didn’t want to be ‘Adam’ anymore. No allusions to first man or usurping Biblical identities that weren’t his. Death, of course, was not an appropriate moniker for modern times.
Methos considered his options. His answer to the question of who he was still remained ‘just a guy’. An ordinary sort of man, no one special.
He supposed that gave him his name as sure as anything. He liked it, and practiced the name in his head.