James knew they had two weeks ahead of them alone together, and he was afraid he'd already ruined it. After she shut him down again, he decided he wasn't going to bring it up anymore. Not unless she did, or if it was absolutely necessary - and even then, he couldn't think of a situation where it would be.
It was possible to avoid the pain of his betrayal, but he knew that they both knew it was still there. In some ways, letting it fester in silence felt like it was doing more damage than good, but James couldn't make Evaline want to feel again. Not after she'd chosen to push all emotions away. Not after she went out of her way to forget the pain he'd caused her.
He just had to hope that she meant it when she said she cared about him, and that she wasn't going to leave him. He had to believe that he wouldn't wake up one day and find that she'd changed her mind about him.
Otherwise, why was he letting her in?
Now that she knew, he couldn't just hide it anymore.
He was begging for it to not be too much to push her away. That he wouldn't be too much for her.
But he let those worries voice themselves quietly in the back of his mind, and decided to focus on the present. He used to do that more. Taking it day by day, instead of hanging on to the past, wishing it would stay. If he could focus on what was needed for the moment, it would be easier to not address the elephant in the room.
For now, they were on the run. Oliver knew things he wasn't supposed to know, and that felt like more than enough to unpack for the time being.
After about a day and a half of travel, James and Evaline sat around a campfire. It felt nostalgic, in a way. The woods were different, and the world was different, but structurally, the setting was the same. They were camping out underneath the open sky in the forest. Just like old times.
Of course, things were more complicated than that, but it was a sentimental thought.
In their tense 48 hours of travel, James filled a few of their silences by playing the harmonica. A few songs came back to him easily, while others he stumbled through, trying to remember, and making up the rest. Sometimes Evaline would comment if she liked one, but sometimes she would just let him play as they traveled side by side with him on Elliot and her on her bike.
He also noticed that now that both the sleep and motion sickness medications were out of his system, the past two nights he'd slept (albeit, briefly as always) his dreams were far more mild. He had suspicions that he was dreaming undone memories of mild inconveniences, but they were a relief in comparison.
He was beginning to wonder if the sleep medication was just that.
James stared at the crackling campfire between him and Evaline. Sleepy was sitting comfortably in his lap, and Evaline looked lost in thought. They were both tired from pushing to make as much distance as possible and from sleeping in short shifts, and he knew things would only get harder when they reached the ungoverned lands.
It was probably better to talk about this now, when they were relatively safe.
"You know, a few days after I got the radio," he said, ripping away the silence between them. "Mel came by."
Evaline slowly looked over at him, her expression unreadable. "And?" she said.
"I told her the truth," he said. "A very summarized version of it. She believed me."
She was silent for a few moments, like she was processing not only his words, but the implication as well.
"And your radio was on," she said. "Wasn't it?"
"At the risk of sounding like a clueless idiot, I actually didn't know there was a way to turn it off. So... yes," he admitted.
Evaline took a deep breath, not even a bit amused of the light jab he took at himself.
"So, you talked about Nye," she stated.
"Yes. I didn't really go into detail about what Nye was like, but I did briefly explained my wanted status to provide context for our situation when we were together, along with why I was wanted in the first place," he explained.
Evaline paused for a while again. "So, you talked about us," she stated again.
"Yes," James said. And he briefly hesitated before adding: "Oliver would know that we were in a relationship. Mel... brought it up. I wasn't going to address it with her."
Evaline slowly brought her knees up and then leaned forward to set her chin on top, gazing emptily over to the fire.
"He's able to peer into the future of everything I've undone," she began after another long pause, voice steady. "That's a lot of information. And I've never figured out what he knows and instead err on the side of caution and assume he already knows information I suspect may be leaked."
She sighed.
"I bring that up because it's possible that he already knew the story I told Mel," she finished quietly. "So he might have already knew the second he saw you."
"Do you think he's the kind of person who would believe I'm from another world? Or do you think he's probably just deduced that I'm crazy?" James asked.
"I don't know what inferences he'd make from all this," she said. "But he is the kind of person to feel threatened that someone like you would exist. So I don't like it either way."
James was quiet for a moment and nodded.
That was right. Him and Oliver had similar abilities. The only major difference was Oliver's dreams were waking ones, and James's were exclusive to his sleep.
"I also mentioned the notes," he said. "And... magic."
He didn't feel the need to add on another qualifier. He felt that they both had reached a point where they didn't know what Oliver wanted with him, or any of this information.
Evaline sighed again. "I can only hope that he legitmately thinks you're crazy and isn't threatened by the existence of magic from a whole other world."
"If he's threatened by it, I'd think he would've understood from my explanation to Mel that I don't understand it either, but... yeah," he said, his words growing quieter at the end of his sentence.
"You'd certainly understand it better than him. But he could also be under the impression that magic and powers are all the same thing, and you were using different terminology. I don't know."
James shrugged slightly. "In some ways, I kind of was," he said softly.
A small silence passed.
"What reasons did you say you were wanted for?" she asked.
"I mentioned I was a soldier in the kingdom's military and that I sabotaged an experiment to create super-powered child soldiers," he said. "I was deliberately trying to use terminology I thought Mel would understand most."
Evaline suddenly let out a quick, short-burst mirthless laugh as she shook her head.
"I'm sorry," she said. "But I think -- well, I think that just makes things worse."
"I realize that now," he said. "I... there are a lot of things I would've done differently if I knew someone else was listening."
"You didn't know. It's not your fault," she assured with a calmer voice. "We'll figure this out together."
James let out a deep sigh.
"I just... I don't think I want to know what Oliver thinks of me, honestly," he muttered.
Another small silence passed as the fire loudly cracked through the wood.
"I don't think you ever told me," she said. "What was the experiment to create child mage soldiers? What was the process?"
"To create them?" he asked.
"I'm just thinking ahead," she said. "He'd like to know how."
"It requires dragon blood," James said, looking to the side with his eyebrows raised. "Pretty positive you don't have that here."
Evaline huffed a quick breath of air through her nose. "Yeah," she said. "No dragons here."
She paused for a moment.
"Those are the giant flying lizards that breathe out fire, right?"
"They're also people," James said. "But that too."
Evaline squinted her eyes at him. "How can lizards also be people?"
"I..." James looked at her and sighed. "I might be easier to start with werewolves. Did I explain those to you?"
"No," she said. "But I've heard of them from fairy tales. Humans that turn into a wolf with a full moon?"
"The full moon stuff isn't real," James said. "At least, not for Nye. On Nye, werewolves are people, but they also have a wolven form. They're able to switch between the two at will, and it's instantaneous. There is no gruesome transformation, and there's no part-wolf part-human appearance. Just fully wolf, or fully human."
Evaline hummed this over. "Have you ever met one?" she asked.
"Yes," James said steadily. "That's the only reason I know myth from fact."
"So that means you've also met a dragon?" she deduced.
"No," he said. "I mean... yes. I--that's not important. What I'm trying to get at is that dragons are the same way. They switch between forms at will. So yes, they can have a fearsome appearance as a giant dragon, but they can also take the shape and size of a normal human. In that way, both dragons and werewolves can hide in plain sight."
Evaline nodded slowly, seemingly invested in Nye's lore.
"So, you've seen werewolves and dragons transform, then," she said.
"Only a werewolf," he said. He didn't know how much she was going to pry. It felt weird to talk about this again.
He didn't expect the next questions to come out of her mouth.
"Do they act like wolves when human, too? Or does the wolf act human? Can the wolf form even speak?" she asked.
James stared at her blankly, blinking slowly.
"Oooookay," he said slowly. "One question at a time. No, werewolves can't speak in their wolf form. They have wolf vocal cords, so it doesn't work the same. I would say werewolves are just... different. They do act as creatures with human intelligence, because they are, but they do have some more... I suppose... canine-like behaviors. But that's only basing that knowledge off the one person I knew who was a werewolf. I can't speak for a whole people group."
Evaline was leaning in, far too absorbed in his explanation, and she nodded again when he finished.
"They sound like interesting creatures," she commented. "How did you meet the werewolf?"
That was the question James didn't really want to answer. He twisted his lips to the side and looked off into the fire, humming deeply.
"We... met in the jungle. In Nye, werewolves are few. They're believed to have lived among humans in secret for a long time. They were hunted long before mages ever were, and weren't seen as human. I preface our meeting with that historical context just so -- so you might understand how it was very unusual. Me meeting her in the first place," he said. "And she was out there in hiding. From humans."
"She's lucky she ran into you then," she said. "Since you're open-minded."
James stared into the fire more intensely.
"In that way... yes," he admitted quietly. "I suppose so."
Evaline seemed to detect his growing reluctance to answer her questions, but she kept on going anyways.
"Was she a friend?" she asked.
James knew he had to just say it. He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes before looking back into the flames.
"Amy was the werewolf. So... yes. We were friends. I met her after a bounty hunter drove me deep into the jungle. It was the only place she wouldn't follow," James said.
Evaline was quiet for a moment, her gaze also resting on the fire.
"Sorry," she said softly. "I didn't know."
"It's okay," he said. "I know. It..."
He shifted so he was leaning forward. There was a creeping, unsettled emotion stirring in his gut, and he could feel the skin on his back starting to itch, like it would if it was a healing scab.
He cleared his throat.
"The jungle is very dangerous," he said. "Much like the ungoverned lands, it's overridden with monsters. It was a difficult time. Surviving."
It was implied that Amy didn't.
Another silence passed between them.
"So, dragons," she said, changing the subject like she knew it was difficult for him to talk about the subject further. "Did you meet one in the human or lizard form?"
James was grateful she changed the subject, but he wished this one didn't feel just as complicated but for different reasons. At least Evaline knew more of the context around it, so he wouldn't have to peel back the layers around it.
"Human form," James said. "His name was Mickey. I only knew him for a short time. He... helped me. When I ran away from home as a child."
Evaline let another small silence pass. Perhaps she didn't realize that the topic change wasn't as lighthearted as she thought.
"Is that why... you did it?" she asked quietly, being completely vague. But he knew what she was implying.
James glanced up at her quickly.
"No," he said. "I ran into him after I had run away. Before I met up with Carter and--"
He was having trouble remembering what he'd told Evaline. It had been five years, now. He couldn't remember all of the details of every conversation they ever had.
"It was winter, and he found me when I was cold and hungry. I didn't know he was a dragon at first," James said. "He revealed that later. And... I think he's the only reason my time in the military went the way it did. Or, ended the way it did. I don't consider that a bad thing, though. He was a good influence. He helped solidify what I'd always known, which is that mages are people. But also werewolves and dragons are people."
He paused, before adding.
"And goblins are people."
Though that one had taken him much longer to accept. He wasn't proud of that.
"I think..." Evaline began, but then paused, brows furrowed and focused as she stared at the fire. "I think you're the most open-minded, compassionate person I know."
James slowly turned to look at Evaline, and he stared at her blankly for a moment.
He had no idea what to do with that. No idea at all.
"I'd have thought that the military would have corrupted your integrity," she continued when he didn't immediately answer. "But it didn't, and I think that's rather admirable."
James felt his heart starting to twist over old pains he'd thought he'd forgotten. They felt so far away, and he couldn't help but feel guilty over the fact that he'd even forgotten.
It felt wrong to have Evaline believe something about him that wasn't true.
"Mickey's influence helped me get there," James said. "It helped me realize all of those things eventually. But when I was in the military I made many compromises with my morals in the process. I turned a blind eye to both the violence against mages and against goblins. I am far from a perfect person, and my integrity is far from unmarred."
He paused, feeling his words hang heavily in the air. It had been so long since he'd even thought about his time in the military like this. He'd almost forgotten - no - he had forgotten who he was. Who he used to be.
"I'm ashamed that I was even a part of a kingdom and an institution that was responsible for the deaths of so many innocent people, and so many pointless wars."
Evaline was listening and watching him with her full attention, patiently waiting for him to finish before she spoke with a gentle voice.
"I think the fact that you even recognize your shame and the atrocities the kingdom have committed says a lot about your character," she said. "You say that your integrity is compromised because of what you have done. But that doesn't mean you're not a respectable person now. Who you were back then is not the person you are now."
She paused for a second before too-quickly adding, "And I rather like the person you are now. Or -- prefer it. So..."
She trailed off before finishing the thought, biting her tongue and looking away again.
James took in a deep breath, and looked at her, then back into the fire.
"Well... thanks," he said.
"You're welcome, I guess," she answered back.
"As a terrible transition, there was more," he said. "That Oliver might've heard. If you want to take a few steps back again."
Evaline cleared her throat and nodded. "Oh. Right. Sure, tell me."
"I think the conversation with Mel was probably the worst of it," he prefaced. "But a few others did come into the cottage, and we talked. I ended up telling both Mel and Hendrik that I don't like being touched, and I told Hendrik that I have bad dreams, but I didn't really get into it. We mentioned minor things, like writing, and reading, and music. Isabel also stopped by and shared about her parents - whom you already know. She also warned me about you, and the council. About trusting you all."
He looked to the side, sighing.
"In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have dismissed it so easily. Obviously not about you, but-- Oliver."
"It -- It's fine," Evaline said. "That sounds... ominous, but Isabel couldn't have known either."
"That was my impression as well," James said. He looked off to the side. "...She's probably worried about me, now that I've disappeared without a trace. But I guess there's no changing that now."
Evaline let out a partial groan through a sigh as she shifted her position, leaning forward and squishing her cheek against her hand she used to prop her head.
"She'll probably end up thinking I kidnapped you," she said. "Which will only make her hate me more, probably."
"I've tried to tell her you're not the villain she paints you to be, but I don't think either of us can control what she thinks," James said softly. "Besides... it's unlikely either of us will see her again. Maybe that's calloused of me to say-- no, I know it is."
He looked into the fire, feeling a creeping shame return to him.
"Sorry," he mumbled, pinching his eyes shut. He didn't mean it like that.
"That's okay, I get it," Evaline said. "I don't know when we'll get back either." She paused. "If we get back."
James was quiet for a moment.
"Right," he said softly. "There's... the mission, right? Are you still doing that, even with Oliver...?"
"I don't plan on returning to the safe zone," she said quickly. "I plan on going to the final destination for the mission, but I don't plan on coming back."
She looked off to her side.
"And... I don't really know what will happen, or if we'll find safe shelter, or if you'll end up trusting someone else as much as you trust me. But I don't expect you to just... aimlessly follow me forever."
She paused again, sighed, and then quickly added, "But that's months from now. We'll have to figure it out then."
James wanted to make a witty comment about how he was an expert at aimlessly wandering forever, but he felt like it could hint too much at their past. Because once upon a time, she had been willing to aimlessly follow him forever. So he decided to do what she said, and save it for later.
It was also helpful to know that she wasn't planning on ditching him when they went on the mission. He'd told Elise he wanted to help, and wanted to go. So... he was glad he and Evaline were on the same page. They were both going.
But that meant James would have to change the topic, or return to...
He squinted in discomfort.
"There is..." he said, forcing the words out. "One more thing. That Oliver probably overheard. At least, aside from our conversation after my nightmare, which, I'm sure you already -- you know that."
"What is it?" Evaline said wearily, looking up at him.
"Tula came by to visit," James said, feeling more and more like disappearing into the darkness of the night so he couldn't be seen, or heard, or percieved.
"She asked about my family, and I told a bunch of partial truths about growing up on a farm, and having a brother. It was mostly a bunch of lies, so I don't think it's that important, really, but..."
He closed his eyes and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he slouched forward.
"She kissed me quickly on her way out," he mumbled. "Obviously, Oliver couldn't see everything going on. But... I think anyone intelligent would be able to figure it out."
"...Oh," he heard Evaline said quietly. "I... well, I don't know what he'd do with that information."
"Neither do I," James said, looking away from her. "But I wasn't..."
He sighed again, bringing his hands up to his face and letting out a groan. He dragged his fingers down his face and stared back into the fire.
"That, plus screaming in crying in the night from nightmares... I don't even know," he muttered.
"Tula was probably just trying to get close to you," Evaline said, like she didn't even hear his last sentence since she was hung-up over this detail. "So that she could look through your eyes. But it had to be mutual, so unless -- well, that's what I think anyways. She could just--"
"I didn't kiss her back," he said quickly.
"Well, that's good -- for her power, I mean," she said quickly as well. "It had to go both ways for it to work, so, no surprises for you, then."
"I..." James took in another deep breath, sitting up a bit straighter. "I thought at the party that she understood I wasn't interested when I explained the whole... flower thing. But she keeps..."
"Tula has done that with many people," Evaline cut in. "I think you're just her new target. I'm sorry if she's caused discomfort."
"It's not your fault," James mumbled. "I'm probably not helping by still trying to be friendly. I don't know. I've just been trying to keep the others on the council from disliking me. I know maybe that's -- not the most important thing in the world, but I just thought -- if I'm going to be here a while, and be seeing them all the time..."
"She doesn't like brash, arrogant people," Evaline said. "If you insult her enough times and push her away, she'd leave you alone." She paused. "Because... you don't need to keep up appearances since we're -- you know. Not on Terra."
"Will the others find out?" James asked, looking up at her.
"About you insulting Tula?" she asked with a raised brow.
"What-- no," James said. "About--- us being on the run. All the things Oliver knows. The spying."
"...I don't know," she admitted. "I don't know if Oliver would even tell them at all. If not, the biggest question would be why I brought you along."
"I told Elise myself that I wanted to help. She asked me if I would," James said. "I think that's simple enough of an explanation."
Evaline looked up at him with a hard-to-read expression. "Why would you even want to help?" she asked neutrally.
James met her eyes for a moment, and then looked off into the fire.
"I guess..." he said, his voice growing softer. "I saw a little bit of myself in her, and in Elias. She would do anything to see her brother again, and... I can understand that."
Evaline didn't say anything for a few long seconds, but then she slowly allowed herself to fall on her side so she was on the ground, blanket nearby like she was ready to sleep.
"Yeah," she said with a tired voice. "She would do anything to save her brother."
James knew that there was a lot he still didn't understand about Evaline's past and her relationships with her estranged friends, but her cryptic reply sounded bitter. It almost gave him the impression that she was going on the mission less to help Elise, and more as an excuse to get deep into the ungoverned lands, where she could stay away from people like Oliver.
"I'm... not sure what you mean by that," James said softly. "But... okay."
"I'm just agreeing with you," Evaline said with forced innocence as she draped the blanket across her and then turned to her side so her back was facing him. "I'm going to go to sleep now."
James wasn't going to poke that bear.
"Okay," he said again. "I can wake you in a few hours."
"Mmmhmm."
He let that be the end of it.
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