James follows her, and the moment he gets a good look at it, his eyes narrow in anger. "Son of a bitch," he breathes out harshly; in direct contrast to the anger in his tone, his touch is soft and tender as his fingers stroke near the still-healing skin.

"They did this to you?" It was just a few months ago, so the wound hasn't even healed much, and he's pissed. He wants to hurt someone, but he can't. The obvious target would be Benjamin Linus, but he's an innocent kid, so the anger rising to the surface has nowhere to go right now.