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Episode Twenty Five - Change Of Perspective

James Wesley is my second favorite side character in this entire show and this hurt to write

James Wesley is dying.

He isn't sick, or hurt, but he's dying. Evren is gone- not gone, but changed. She isn't Evren anymore, she's a mindless monster that cries his name as it left the window, not even looking back. He wants to help her, to get rid of that thing that Madame Gao had told them of. She has men hunting the streets for Evren this second, looking for anyone that looks for her, looking to kill her and take the thing away.

And he can't do anything. God, his heart is breaking all over again and he wants to hold his palms against his eyes with limp shoulders and allow himself to mourn, to cry, to come to the realization that this Evren isn't his. Not anymore.

But he has an idea- a stupid one.

He's waiting for Karen Page to wake up, staring out the window, forcing any weaknesses to disappear from his face and stance. Slowly, he forces himself back together again.

Like he has everyday for a little more than two months. He twists her ring around his finger. The morganite hasn't lost its shine. The second he saw it, in the shop, he knew it was meant to be hers. Fate. He scoffs to himself. If fate was real, Evren would never have been taken. Evren would still be at his side. Evren would still be his. Like he's hers. He always will be.

Karen coughs, dragging in a breath.

He draws in a long breath as she slowly sits up, hardly able to move, arms falling to her sides. He makes a show of taking off his glove- the other one long gone so he can fidget with Evren's ring- even if she can't see it. He sighs as he takes his jacket off.

"I thought... maybe you weren't coming out of it."

If she hadn't he would have forced her awake. He needs her. He needs her to work for him. Not Fisk, not yet. For him. He needs her to find Evren, to find out how to get that thing out of her. "That would have been a shame."

Karen tries to stand, crying out. Her limbs still won't work correctly, not for several more minutes. Still, he pushes her back down onto the chair, not forcefully, but gently.

"You might want to take a moment." He says, wishing to roll his eyes as her head lols backwards, heaving breaths into her lungs. He almost smiles- this woman found his employers mother, she'll be able to find Evren just as fast. "In the meantime, I thought we could chat." He walks to the other side of the table, unbuttoning his suit as he does so. He sits with another sigh.

God, does his heart break. This woman across from him looks nothing like his Evren- she's blond with blue eyes and pale skin. His Evren has striking eyes the color of honey and gold in the sun, brown hair that falls down her shoulders, and skin that's so softly brown, nearly white. He could stare at her for hours upon hours, gazing into those eyes that only drew him in further. Evren would have taught her the ways of the organization well. Evren would have taught Karen how to hunt people down within just a day, from blackmail to violence.

James doesn't really like violence- not like Evren. Evren revels in breaking fingers and dislocating shoulders until the people in her grip give up and tell her whatever she was asking for, and even more. And if they lie, she makes a show of breaking another few of their fingers, maybe their ankles. James only does what he has to- shooting to kill only when it's needed.

"You can't do this."

He leans back, raising his brows, twisting his head to look around him. He raises his hands, shrugging.