James was fine with this odd vacation; there was no one to assassinate so he was out of commission for the time being. No doubt Bane had plans. They have been in this desolate shithole for a week and nothing seemed to be proceeding. Eclypsa was getting moodier with each day and it scared him and the men. After all, she handled their food. At night they would go on evening walks out amongst the dunes and stare at the stars after playing cards with the men but she was uncharacteristically silent. Eclypsa was a surprisingly good player but no one could read his poker face.
James needed to think. The man that he was supposed to assassinate, the blond with the odd uniform sparked something in him. Not a memory, no, but affection. It was odd, he had never seen that man before. He remembered the man's look of recognition and heartbreak after James had shot the man wearing an eyepatch and trench coat. For some reason, the uniformed man made him feel sadness and regret. The unfamiliar feelings bothered him. It wasn't the only thing that bothered him.
Eclypsa had walked further ahead and James lengthened his stride to catch up. "Why aren't you talking to me? Why are you mad?" He asked. Irritated she turned around and snapped, "Why an I mad? Why aren't I mad? Bane was holding my life in his hand and you just stood there!" James' lips thinned, "I can't disobey. If I did, I'll get wiped again."
Eclypsa's anger receded like the tide, "Wiped, by the machine?" James nodded his large blue eyes plaintative. "It wipes my memory and I don't want to lose these ones. I don't want to forget you." He reached out and tentatively put his hand on her shoulder. Eclypsa tilted her head and rested her cheek on his hand in silent forgiveness.