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Clive's mind wandered back to his recent and sudden resurrection, the memories of his battle with Zigmund still fresh in his mind. He rubbed his chin, feeling the stubble that had grown since his rebirth. It was a miracle he was even alive, and he knew it. But the cost of that miracle still lingered, a weight in his chest that he couldn't shake.

He gazed out at the passing landscape once the cart started moving, his attention turned to James, who seemed to be acting different since the fight. Clive's curiosity got the better of him, and he spoke up in his smooth, southern drawl.

"[color=F1B338]James, what's eatin' at ya, boy? You look like you've lost your last marble.[/color]" the southerners eyes narrowed as he studied James' distant expression. He remembered the fight against Zigmund, and how James had invoked some weird magic before he started acting odd. 

Clive's mind raced with possibilities - what had James gotten himself into? And what did it have to do with his strange behavior now? But then he leaned back crossing his arms, shrugging "[color=F1B338]Call it friendly intuition but it just seems like somethings been eating at you boy, you don't got to say anything though.[/color]" the broad shouldered man leaned back, returning his gaze to the passing countryside with a slight smile.

"[color=F1B338]Well, whatever it is just take care of yourself ya hear? Don't want you losing your head like that Zigmund did.[/color]" he told James, offering the man a bit of friendly words and a jab at the dead ninja.