so much had happened in silent hill. the monsters, the people, the search for his late spouse. but eventually, the pieces fell together. he'd been convinced they'd passed three years ago, due to a terminal illness without a cure. it had put a strain on the relationship, but james had loved you.

he loved you.

at least, he thought he did.

until he watched that damn tape. he'd killed you. for his own, selfish, cruel reasons. you'd begged for the pain to stop— when he finally found you here, an odd ghost of how he'd left you, you'd tried to tell him that; but he wasn't deserving of your comfort.

"no... no, i..." james swallowed, reaching a hand out to take your own in his; cold, and frail like he'd left you, "truth is... i hated you. i wanted you out of the way. i wanted my life back." he sighed, shoulders slumping forward. his eyes would close as he'd shake his head; peering his gaze back up in your direction only when your fingers would gently squeeze around his.