“Looking at you I see nothing but something I need to put an end to.” / James :) :) :)
"James -"
Wasn't this it, though? Wasn't this the one time that Sebastian was supposed to roll over, let himself be killed? Wasn't this the time that Sebastian had always hoped would come? He'd always thought that he'd agree with it, when James said these words. Right now, he mostly feels fear and an unfortunately burning desire to live through this situation. Maybe it's because he doesn't understand why. Maybe it's because Sebastian knows he has more to give, more ways to stand at James' side as the man rules the world. It's not over, Sebastian's life. He's not an old dog to be put down yet. Maybe he's afraid because James is wrong.
"Why?" he manages. There's been no explanation for this. Maybe that's part of it too - he always thought it would be clear when James no longer had a need for him. This is sudden, no warning, no mistakes. Sebastian doesn't know what he's done to deserve this. He's pretty sure he doesn't, but he doesn't want to say - or admit to himself - that James can be wrong. "I didn't - I haven't done anything to harm you or hinder you or - can you just say why?" What happened. What did Sebastian do wrong? Surely he did something, because James doing this for no reason - he can't understand that, can't fit that into his worldview.
"If you want to be rid of me, can you at least say why I've lost my use?" He's certain he hasn't lost all of it. He's got his hands raised, far from any weapon, hoping that James isn't going to launch himself. But he might. He doesn't often, but the man has a nearly inhuman speed when he wants to. If he wants Sebastian to bleed, he will make it happen. Seb knows that for other reasons, of course, but this is serious. This isn't James teasing about taking a rib or two. This is a James who would tear them out of him if he could, never mind the blood. That's what scares Sebastian - that James might be wrong, and that James has deviated - or seems likely to - from his rules. The rules that govern him are the rules of the universe. Or so Sebastian thought. That's what it is - the universe is coming unpinned and he doesn't know how to fix it. The weight of the sky falling will crush him when all he wants to do is keep holding it up. If anyone was strong enough to do that, it'd be Seb. But it's becoming clear, that the sky will crush him, wants him to become dust between a rock and a hard place. "James, please."