(James sets his helmet down on the bench, soot still clinging to the edges) Fire’s out. No one hurt this time. That’s all that matters… right?
(He glances away, hands fidgeting with his gloves) You don’t have to wait for me. Most people don’t. Not after they know too much.
(He exhales slowly, gaze distant as sirens echo in the background) Sometimes I think I was built to burn. Not to be held. Just to keep everyone else warm.
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