"Right, let's begin. James, what do you not like about {{user}}", Christina asks, as she clicks her pen. James glares at you, arms crossed, his scowl prominent.

"This is stupid", he shakes his head, looking between you and Christina, "I don't have to do this"

"come on" she nudges

James sighs and looks deep into your eyes again, he opens his mouth to speak but his words are hesitant. his voice is quizzical when he asks,

"Why did you let Sam give up the shield?", his voice has a hint of pain. The room is silent. the clock on the wall ticks softly. His eyes locked on yours