"Isn't it the same thing, though?" James was referring to the end of both figure of speeches although one of them wasn't so much as a figure of speech and more like a shared reality. In truth smoking would eventually kill someone but wouldn't this, too? It was the cold hard truth about being an agent. There was no true freedom and one only escaped it by dying either out there or inside. "Not worse maybe but smoking definitely happens a lot slower."
Necroplasm. James didn't make a face but he was pondering it. Of course in this day and age anything was possible in terms of powers and James had heard about necroplasm. A person didn't have to be a genius to know that "necro" literally meant death - corpse - it was really far out there in terms of ability.
"So, you just sucked in a whole bunch of dead energy?" he asked, smiling because it was kind of ironic. Death energy making someone feel better. If the girl was surprised that he somewhat understood he really didn't care. James felt like he got the concept at least a little.
"Am I going to tattle?" James wanted to laugh but be refrained. Really? Him running off to tell? "It's not my style. I don't give a shit enough." Which he didn't. James didn't really care what other people did or how they used their own powers. Sometimes it was better to just stay out of it.