[Training] Always Where I Need To Be

HENRY

I was waiting for something extraordinary
but as the years wasted on...

The snow has iced over with the chill of the night air, and Henry is walking the streets of the Sanctuary as if he has any business being in the Grounds tonight. He's not here to visit someone, though. He's taking stock, of all things. Surveying the streets in the lamplight, looking around at all that the Grounds have become - and what might become of them in the weeks to come.

It's never the same after LongNight. Time is slipping by. The situation seems to feel more precarious with each pressing second. People he knows might not come back. There's a constant trepidation in his heart.

He stops beneath a street lamp, his boots scuffing over the slick ground underneath. He pulls his jacket closer around him and pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. There's not much hesitation as he lights one up, the ember sparking in the midnight air. Movement catches his eye and he looks to see who's there, raising dark blue eyes up from the smoke that drifts around him like fog.

"Oh, it's... you," his voice is clear in the still air even though it's not loud. He shifts his weight to better look at her, "have you found your sister yet?"

nothing ever did
unless I caused it