[A Â peaceful sigh escaped the cannibal's lips as he once again, watched everyone from afar. This actually happened quite often for he wasn't really one to start a conversation. Whenever he did indeed stay to the side, he was either upset/lonely or too amused to step in, but today was different. Today....his mood was more of curiosity surprisingly. His mind was on the others, how they were doing. The separate groups of them was smaller, he noticed, than before when people were randomly appearing. (Not counting all the aleks of course.) Perhaps many went to different groups or went solo, cutting out connections, Maybe.....Well, maybe they had 'visited' Seamus. It was a shame really. Seeing people come and go just when bonds were formed, but no one stays forever. Normal or not, shit happens that easily can throw off a course. It's things like this that make James somewhat relieved he wasn't in a big group nor close to many people somedays. Somedays.
Other days it's like he's a twisted circus's attraction where people would merely stop, say a few words, then head on forward a few minutes later. As if he wasn't worth their time. James bites his lip from the current thoughts and his teeth pick into it, making it bleed. Smelling his own blood makes him quickly regain himself and he wipes the forming puddle with his sleeve.
Things may seem to be going downhill but he knows barely any will truly crack. They're strong, each group and person included, in many ways.
Despite the mountains they'll all have to climb over, many will make it and those who try to stop them will surely meet a terrible fate.]
Oh how those 'normals' will surely shit themselves when we break through it all.
[James can't help but grin widely.]Â
