"James Rhodes." He introduces, giving a nod in lieu of a handshake. He takes absolutely no offence at the lack of a handshake. After all, he doesn't know this man, aside from his name. He doesn't trust him. Not yet. Not under these circumstances.
"Yeah," he agrees. "That's about the whole of it." It had been disorienting, if he's being completely honest. Maybe it would have been better if he'd been asleep with they brought him here, but he hadn't been. He'd been in flight, flying away with the president and the next thing he knew, he was here.
He thinks it would be all too easy to convince himself this isn't real, that it's nothing but a dream. But he also thinks that's exactly what they want him to do. After all, it's easier to commit dangerous and immortal acts if you don't think it's real or will cause any impact.
"It was Christmas when I left," he divulges, taking a good long look around the arena with a hint of a smile. "Somehow I get the feeling it's not Christmas anymore."
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"Yeah," he agrees. "That's about the whole of it." It had been disorienting, if he's being completely honest. Maybe it would have been better if he'd been asleep with they brought him here, but he hadn't been. He'd been in flight, flying away with the president and the next thing he knew, he was here.
He thinks it would be all too easy to convince himself this isn't real, that it's nothing but a dream. But he also thinks that's exactly what they want him to do. After all, it's easier to commit dangerous and immortal acts if you don't think it's real or will cause any impact.
"It was Christmas when I left," he divulges, taking a good long look around the arena with a hint of a smile. "Somehow I get the feeling it's not Christmas anymore."