( there's a rebellious part of james that wants to just shake his head, walk off, and try to figure out how to get back to the free cities. he had never been the best at confronting his true feelings, much less when he couldn't remember why he would want to. however there was a strange sensation, or rather a thought that intruded into his mind.
'you've always been so forgetful, remember that time-'
the voice in his mind felt like it could belong to mary. so with a soft breath, he turned back towards the painting and looked up at it. he stared up at the black curves that made the outfit of the 'man' screaming, his warped face and expression, and the hues of the sky. finally after what seemed like forever, he finally spoke. )
I think....I was married-
( he didn't have on a wedding ring now, but as he said that, he felt a pain in his ring finger. )
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'you've always been so forgetful, remember that time-'
the voice in his mind felt like it could belong to mary. so with a soft breath, he turned back towards the painting and looked up at it. he stared up at the black curves that made the outfit of the 'man' screaming, his warped face and expression, and the hues of the sky. finally after what seemed like forever, he finally spoke. )
I think....I was married-
( he didn't have on a wedding ring now, but as he said that, he felt a pain in his ring finger. )
To her, to Mary.