┃┃ └ * ᵐ̳ . in chara : ᵎ ᵎ @bl0feld , " don't tell me what i am . " ── violent delights .
lips instinctively pull into a tight smirk . SMUG . utterly defiant . an undertone of amusement hidden underneath the thick tension . " have i touched a nerve ? " there was a degree of calm that sat within the beating heart of a man . as if he wasn't in a room full of hostility ( as if they were the only two in the room , of course : MINUS ERNST'S MEN WHO WATCHED BOND'S EVERY MOVE . ) a surprisingly intimate scene from an outsider's point of view . two men who were sworn enemies whose hate - filled endeavors to stop each other , seem to never find completion . then again james finds it hard to find hatred , even for people he consider's his enemies . HATE IS A STRONG EMOTION , and equal to the word it takes up far too much energy . something he's not willing to give blofed more of .
" actually i'm quite glad we're not going to sit through our idol chit - chat this time round . " the octopus was quite literal , as it's tentacles reached into almost everything . from environmental agencies to organized crime ── ALL OPERATING UNDER THE SAME ROOF . it doesn't take much for james to come to an assumption that he's sure is correct . now all he has to do is figure out a way to leave this place alive . " i'd much rather get to the point of all of this . wouldn't you agree ? "