Whoever seeks to fight monsters...

[=Hellfire=]

As soon as Dr.Umeda enters the room, James quickly throws out his not yet finished cigarette.
He stand up from the windowsill as if he want's to show that he's fine and ready to leave the medical station as soon as possible.

"I guess I should apologize... But I just can't stay in bed like that..."

He walks in her direction, stumbles, nearly falls, catches himself on the bed's frame. After a quick break, he tries to stands up straight. Breathes in.

"I know it's not the best thing to do in the condition I'm in, but I know what is the right thing to do. And it's not laying in bed to wait for my wounds to heal. I am not the kind of being that crouches, hides and licks his wounds after the fight, This is not..."

He notices getting a bit too eager in his speech and marks a break. He sighs and continues to speak, with a calm and quite voice, which is a bit unusual for him.

"This is not what I am...Who I am..."

He takes a deep breath, as if it is hard for him to speak out loud. Still holding on to the bed's frame to avoid falling over.

"I have seen and witnessed so many things in the past twenty-eight years following, well... the death of my mother and the disparition of my father...
I spent my whole life in chasing after the people I owe this kind of life... I have seen my mother die as she saved my life in exchange for her own... And this..."

As if he has already said too much, he stops speaking. Having a hard time to hide his grief and anger,
he tries get back to his usual way of speaking.

"I am a pilot, a fighter, who has lost everything... Who has survived that long for only this one small feeling of hope that one day, I can avenge my mothers death, our peoples death, make our small world a better place...
This is what I am... Who I am...
Don't get me wrong, I don't wish to die and I don't want to put in peril the current missions by going out there, half dead and at the limit of passing out...
I am just trying to say... Well... I need you're help... Please let me go out there... Whatever it may take, will do..."

He sits down on the bed, looks up to Rio as if he is waiting for her to answer his call to let him go despite his condition, to help him get back to what he's used, what he feels he has to do.