He wasn’t okay. James had to let in sink in, there was nothing more he could say, or do. He just had to stay where he was, and hope that she was able to ask him for the help she would need to get through this. Despite the fact he didn’t quite get along with the dogs that had greeted him rather exuberantly last time he had come here, James was rather glad the animal was here. Until she refused it’s comfort and there’s another wrench of guilt at his stomach.
“Delirium.” He said quietly, knowing perhaps he should remain there in silence. But he wanted her to know ..though they were practically strangers, she could ask to be accompanied somewhere if she had friends to go to, or if he could bring something to her, if she wanted to return to the tree house.
But before he could continue to his shock Delirium had launched at him and grabbed a hold of his coat to which he winced, stumbling a step in surprise; still stiff and sore from the fight. But he didn’t back away, and he didn’t try to move her. If she needed a way to vent what this news had done to her, then he couldn’t force her away. Especially not with the weight of the guilt in his stomach. Still, of all things he had not expected she would ask that.
What was worse, he couldn’t tell her. He couldn’t tell her the truth. Elizabeth had arrived shortly before midnight, and she had seen what he had done. There was no longer a weapon and Elizabeth had stopped him from confessing the truth of what had happened on the spot to the doctor who had seen to Ragetti and confirmed his death. There were police on this Island and James knew, before he spoke to anyone else on the events exactly, he would have to talk to them, first. Word could travel fast in such a place, if he spoke of it, even to Delirium it could in some form get to the IPD before he had spoken to them personally and it would only make matters worse.
“I ..didn’t see.” He blurted quickly, insides practically chilled as well as twisted now by the fact he was lying. Lying to this woman, whom had meant something to the pirate he’d run through. Though James’ expression was stoic, steady he felt instantly like she knew it too. “I was caught in battle, with Pintel.” That wasn’t so much of a lie, he had actually done so. “I didn’t see how it happened. I’m so sorry.” Already he knew he was going to have to correct this. When he had confessed to the Island’s police, he would confess to her too.
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Until she refused it’s comfort and there’s another wrench of guilt at his stomach.
“Delirium.” He said quietly, knowing perhaps he should remain there in silence. But he wanted her to know ..though they were practically strangers, she could ask to be accompanied somewhere if she had friends to go to, or if he could bring something to her, if she wanted to return to the tree house.
But before he could continue to his shock Delirium had launched at him and grabbed a hold of his coat to which he winced, stumbling a step in surprise; still stiff and sore from the fight. But he didn’t back away, and he didn’t try to move her. If she needed a way to vent what this news had done to her, then he couldn’t force her away. Especially not with the weight of the guilt in his stomach. Still, of all things he had not expected she would ask that.
What was worse, he couldn’t tell her. He couldn’t tell her the truth. Elizabeth had arrived shortly before midnight, and she had seen what he had done. There was no longer a weapon and Elizabeth had stopped him from confessing the truth of what had happened on the spot to the doctor who had seen to Ragetti and confirmed his death. There were police on this Island and James knew, before he spoke to anyone else on the events exactly, he would have to talk to them, first. Word could travel fast in such a place, if he spoke of it, even to Delirium it could in some form get to the IPD before he had spoken to them personally and it would only make matters worse.
“I ..didn’t see.” He blurted quickly, insides practically chilled as well as twisted now by the fact he was lying. Lying to this woman, whom had meant something to the pirate he’d run through. Though James’ expression was stoic, steady he felt instantly like she knew it too. “I was caught in battle, with Pintel.” That wasn’t so much of a lie, he had actually done so. “I didn’t see how it happened. I’m so sorry.” Already he knew he was going to have to correct this. When he had confessed to the Island’s police, he would confess to her too.