James listened thoughtfully, hadn't really considered it from that perspective before. It'd felt like everything was his own fault when he was the one failing to remember, failing to connect with anyone on a level they wanted from him. But it was difficult when he lacked any experience to draw comparisons from, no way to really put himself in anybody else's shoes when he couldn't even get his own footing on the situation.
"Maybe," he supposed, wishing that knowing made it any easier to deal with, though. Even if they weren't upset with him about his loss of memory, there was plenty he'd done that deserved criticism. Maybe he wanted them to hate him as much as he hated himself, even if it was for different reasons.
He didn't want to pry too much, figured Wan would offer if he wanted. But he knew what it was like when people asked too many questions, and he wanted to afford Wan the same respect. He hummed in quiet agreement about the peace, wondering how easy it would be to fall asleep out here. How long he could be missing before anyone would bother to check.