[ Criminy. Was he ever this short-tempered? Probably. Probably he wouldn't have gotten angry at all if he was still under somebody's thumb, though, and he notes that silently, even as he raises his hands a few slow millimeters. ]
My name's James. [ The words come slow, even, calm for all that this guy isn't. (For all that he isn't, either, but he knows how to pretend.) ] I'm not you, if that's what you're thinking. We look alike, and we sound alike, but we're not the same.
[ It's what he would have wanted to hear once, he thinks, the part that's always been hardest — separating what he is from everything else. ]
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My name's James. [ The words come slow, even, calm for all that this guy isn't. (For all that he isn't, either, but he knows how to pretend.) ] I'm not you, if that's what you're thinking. We look alike, and we sound alike, but we're not the same.
[ It's what he would have wanted to hear once, he thinks, the part that's always been hardest — separating what he is from everything else. ]