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[Much different from the man who posed skepticism and disbelief a few days ago, Bond is now smiling. He looks at ease, and for once like he isn't constantly on guard. It erases some lines from his face, makes him look a little younger, a little lighter.]
I never was much for Christmas, you know. Can't understand why now. It's nice, isn't it? The coming together, the gaiety of it all. I think I've been rather rude since I got here, and I'd like to apologize to you all. I'm sure you've only been trying to help, and I ought to have been more receiving. That's what this season's all about, isn't it? Setting aside your disbelief and believing in miracles.
[Another warm smile, and he nods.] I think I like that.
[Private to the Admiral]
[This list will be angrily replaced later, but for now, happiness and good will towards man and all that.]
Haven't written one of these since I was a boy, but if you insist:
For Ivy, a beautiful dress. Green, naturally. With a leaf motif, since she seems so fond. For Castiel - I think he could use a halo, don't you? For Lark - Mm. I'm not very good at this. Aftershave, or cologne, something expensive that he'll enjoy.
And for Vesper-- [He trails off, thinking hard.] A necklace, I think. With a key on it. [A pause, then a smile. Yes, that'll do nicely.]
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[When he ended the post, he realized he was just sitting here alone, with Vesper only next door. Why shouldn't he believe miracles? She was dead, and now she was alive. And he'd attacked her. James hung his head for a moment, and reached into his jacket pocket, where he could turn her Algerian love knot over in his hand. This was stupid; he ought to apologize. He ought to go and enjoy her company. He ought to let her soothe the ache in his chest. Why shouldn't he?
So a moment later, he was at her door, knuckles tapping against the wood quickly.]
I never was much for Christmas, you know. Can't understand why now. It's nice, isn't it? The coming together, the gaiety of it all. I think I've been rather rude since I got here, and I'd like to apologize to you all. I'm sure you've only been trying to help, and I ought to have been more receiving. That's what this season's all about, isn't it? Setting aside your disbelief and believing in miracles.
[Another warm smile, and he nods.] I think I like that.
[Private to the Admiral]
[This list will be angrily replaced later, but for now, happiness and good will towards man and all that.]
Haven't written one of these since I was a boy, but if you insist:
For Ivy, a beautiful dress. Green, naturally. With a leaf motif, since she seems so fond. For Castiel - I think he could use a halo, don't you? For Lark - Mm. I'm not very good at this. Aftershave, or cologne, something expensive that he'll enjoy.
And for Vesper-- [He trails off, thinking hard.] A necklace, I think. With a key on it. [A pause, then a smile. Yes, that'll do nicely.]
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[When he ended the post, he realized he was just sitting here alone, with Vesper only next door. Why shouldn't he believe miracles? She was dead, and now she was alive. And he'd attacked her. James hung his head for a moment, and reached into his jacket pocket, where he could turn her Algerian love knot over in his hand. This was stupid; he ought to apologize. He ought to go and enjoy her company. He ought to let her soothe the ache in his chest. Why shouldn't he?
So a moment later, he was at her door, knuckles tapping against the wood quickly.]
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So she stared for a moment, pulling the door back enough that she wasn't hiding behind it and tried to find something to say. If things had been different, she might have said something nasty about was he here to act like a complete lunatic again, and tried to push away and create distance, but. She knew she sort of deserved it. She'd sold him out before they'd ever even met, and that's what he'd be focused on. And she really couldn't blame him for it.]
James.
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But she still doesn't hesitate long.]
Alright. [And she stepped back from the door, holding it open, still looking at him curiously. She hesitated before saying anything else.] Is there something you wanted to talk about?
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Vesper, I would never hurt you - I didn't think you were real, that it was some stupid trick. I'm so sorry.
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[Because he was an inmate, he hadn't asked to be here, and while that wasn't really shocking, she was still deeply bothered by the idea that he had apparently died. She studied him carefully for a moment, expression serious and concerned.] Why are you here, James?
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