He stopped glowing red and sighed, a cloud forming from his breath. He remained speechless, or motionless. He still sat there, thinking, but no-one knows what he was thinking about. At least this fight was over, and he could relax. He finally muttered under his breath, sadly, "It's hard for me...". He thought no-one herd him, but he wouldn't be able to tell. "I can't fight at all...". He said no more, he didn't want to embarrass himself more. He put his head down in shame, more like the James he used to be. A wave of sadness hit him. He did say more. "And I get so worked up with little things like this..." It was true. Now he was really sad because of a joke Jay made. He over-reacted too much, and he was also just way too hard on himself. He suddenly thought about relationships, and well, that didn't turn out well. He ran out of the den, well as fast as his little feet could take him in the thick snow, and rushed to his cabin, went in, and locked the door. He wept on the bed because of his sheer uselessness. He could barely do anything, he was a waste of space, energy, and food. James thought that no-one understood him. He was embarrassed of his very existence. He wanted to die. How has a fun trip to a winter wonderland degraded so quickly? It was something wrong with him. All of these things that just happened were partially because James was there...