( having been so trenched in the otherworld surely left a man with remnants of it. james had been so blind [and was] to how much that endless cycle of trying to find his wife, face his sins, and decide on an ending was affecting him. even here in a new world, his movements and words seemed to scream out what he was truly feeling-
much like the painting before him. so although he couldn't remember who, he did remember a name. there just wasn't an image of a person, place, or time attached to it. )
Mary.
( he said with a confidence he hadn't shown before, but it doesn't last long. james soon turned on his heel and faced crane directly with an expression that began to turn into one of confusion. )
Although...I don't know why. I can't seem to remember.
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much like the painting before him. so although he couldn't remember who, he did remember a name. there just wasn't an image of a person, place, or time attached to it. )
Mary.
( he said with a confidence he hadn't shown before, but it doesn't last long. james soon turned on his heel and faced crane directly with an expression that began to turn into one of confusion. )
Although...I don't know why. I can't seem to remember.