[Silva's digging for fresh memories. It's something easier to find than most of the other thoughts and recollections stashed away to never resurface. James doesn't push back straight away, more curious on what exactly is being searched for. There's brief appearances of Macau, Singapore, his arrival back into MI6, and then a flash of his own face in the mirror, sneering- or perhaps grimacing, topless. The wound in it's later stages of healing, but James looks like shit, all stubble and red eyes.
James isn't ashamed of it. He's not proud either.
That wasn't my breaking point. I came back.
He shoves forth a reminder of him back with MI6, at M's desk, awaiting orders that led to this whole ordeal.]
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James isn't ashamed of it. He's not proud either.
That wasn't my breaking point. I came back.
He shoves forth a reminder of him back with MI6, at M's desk, awaiting orders that led to this whole ordeal.]