Any concept of the passage of time escaped James in that moment, as the rest of the world passed on from stark clarity into something entirely more ambiguous. For an instant, he felt adrift in uncertainty. Surely he was not meant to feel this way; as though he were grasping at straws to maintain the same control that he commanded back in Atlas. However, their situation had shifted so rapidly– weighing any preparations James had accounted for down like an anchor at sea. In short time, new measures would require fashioning– a detail to which Clover had attuned himself most acutely.
They had no time to waste…
James could not say for how long he had lingered in the throes of his own thoughts before Clover brought him back again to the present– only that the deliberate and audible footfalls effectively foreshadowed the grip that bridged his re-connection. In returning once more with the present, James lowered the hand from his features, all the better to contemplate the sentiments put forth by the other in all sincerity.
Evaluating him now, for the first time since his arrival James felt assured of something. Every turn thus far had only harbored more cause for concern– as even the news accompanying Clover had striven to uproot whatever meager foundations the General had since established. However…Clover was one constant upon which he was able to depend– a steadfast and faithful pillar– and no doubt, he always would be.
Just so– James found himself grateful for the Ace-Op’s objectivity and understanding of his role in the bigger picture. There was so much still that Clover deserved to know– as the esteemed leader of James’ special forces, but also as a most dearly-regarded friend.
So it was in this moment that James’ free hand gravitated to the seat of the other’s elbow, grasping his arm in a brief, but distinctly earnest embrace, the words to follow a gentle profession of fondness.
“Thank you…. Your prevailing trust means more to me than you could ever know.”
(I need you at my side; now more than ever.)
While the remark was spared a reticent degree of tenderness, it was shortly that this expression of warmth was once again veiled; as that minute chink in the General’s armor was repaired, and James’ expression fortified, becoming distinctly pragmatic, even utilitarian in nature.
“The game has changed.” Resolute, these words sounded– a sharp contrast to the sentimental assertion uttered prior. Additionally, too, did a sour note accompany the phrase, for it did not entirely encompass the gravity of the future they were facing. After all, while the imminent eradication of all life on Remnant may have amounted to little more than a “game” to her, for all those remaining…it was a battle against the clock.
“To aid our acclimation to this place, we need information– as much as we are able to gather. Additionally, I expect that allies will prove to be an imperative asset moving forward.” James reflected, hands clasped behind his back solidifying the rigid composure held by Atlas’ General. “However, our primary objective is to work as quickly as possible to regain that which we have lost– and to draft a plan of action in the event of our return.
“However, what I need from you presently is to rest, and to regain your strength. After all, I expect we will not be provided much of it come the near future…”
His own expression softened as his friend spoke once more. However unprofessional, these moments were appreciated. James was still in there, however deep inside his thoughts were locked. And they certainly could be locked, even from himself. No matter how good he became at reading the other, there were still parts he could not discern.
Still, the moment provided its healing, and the General returned to form. Just as anticipated, although not so insidious as it sounded. Clover simply knew when those moments were necessary, and they were necessary. People needed to know they were speaking to a person, because the emotions behind another person gave truth to their words. To show his hand, how he, Clover, felt, would only lend needed credence to the words of the Ace Ops leader. And reassurance was something very needed right now.
“I’ve had all the rest I need. If anything I am more restless than tired.” It was true. Aside from the large scar rending his chest, there had been no exhaustion accompanying his arrival. He wondered, based on the General’s injuries, that had he been pulled while still alive if he would have actually been tired.
Something to keep in mind, going forward. Not that he was attempting to concoct some elaborate charade, but he should be injured in the absence of his death.
“Allies may not be the easiest to come across. We are at a disadvantage given that others from Remnant are not necessarily on our side, and a few of them have been here for a long time. Long enough to gain what they’ve lost, and I can imagine a good reputation.” Frowning, he continued. “However, as I’ve maintained neutrality, personally, in your absence, I may be in a good position to continue gathering information.”
