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James sat, staring at the human male through hooded eyes. His head was slightly bowed, but when the man stood, the boy's head followed him. He lifted an eyebrow slightly and shook his head minutely. His fingers played with the cuff of his jacket, tugging and twisting. He still looked rather rough, the man did. And not much like a man. Smeared makeup marked his face. That was James's fault. He hadn't been all that gentle by that point. Exhausted and irritated, yes, but careful a resounding no.

The boy pulled himself to his feet with a sigh. There went his rest. The others would probably awake soon, then he'd have to look after them. And God knew that none of them would be happy. Suibhne was the only one who hadn't seen James before he'd captured the human. He rubbed at his face for a second, wincing slightly at the pain. It was funny. He'd more or less than died, and survived the pain, but the minor bruises still hurt enough to make him react physically.

He opened his mouth, which was the easiest way to explain his inability to answer before moving away from the human, over to the other corner of the room. He continued tugging at his sleeve, studying Suibhne, his green eyes flitting up and down the man. He looked cheerful. Ha. He probably wouldn't be so for long. James thought with an almost uncharacteristic anger. He realized that he didn't much care anymore. About anything really. Sweet apathy. It wasn't complete, but James was more numb than he had been in a while. As the realities sunk in further. There was even less game then there had ever been. Not even hunger. Well, hunger for souls. There were other types of hunger there. Perhaps revenge. But there was no one to deliver it to. It hadn't been Drake's fault that Pet was dead.