( unaware of just how thrilling his fear was to the other man, james continued on this loop like an animal in a cage. pacing back and forth out of a nervous compulsion.

it's only when the question really begins to settle into his mind and thoughts, that he finally stopped in the middle of the path he had created. where was he going?

to the drinks? no. he had decided he didn't need that clutch anymore. )

I guess nowhere, all I can do is try and remember where I came from. I remember arriving to the Free Cities now that I think about it...

but anything before that? It's like a dark fog that envelopes me.