HENRY
I was waiting for something extraordinary
but as the years wasted on...
but as the years wasted on...
Henry's been drifting through the remnants of his home since the moment Longnight was over. Nobody's happy. Was the mission a success? It doesn't feel like it. His eyes are heavy with dark bags and reddened by storms of tears that had raged through him, but as he pauses on the sidelines, he finds no emotions stir within him. Nothing but numbness as he surveys what was once the barracks, the same barracks he had helped to fortify for what was to come.
No longer.
He says nothing to Wessex, not because he's angry at her, but because words are hard for him to muster in this time. There's nothing to say that would ease any of their burdens. Aamu is given a cursory glance, vaguely familiar to him, and then he remembers the sword. It would appear the man had made it through the darkness after all.
The same could not be said for Henry's family. So his gaze sullenly drifts away to ruined beams that pile amidst the ashes. Those will need moving, he figures. He silently begins to move them out of the way. If he has to break them apart in order to do it, so be it. So be it if his foot smashes through charred wood with unnecessary vigor behind it, so be it if pieces of wood are tossed out of the way with little regard for much else except for that no one is in his way.
Henry angrily moves the destroyed beams.
No longer.
He says nothing to Wessex, not because he's angry at her, but because words are hard for him to muster in this time. There's nothing to say that would ease any of their burdens. Aamu is given a cursory glance, vaguely familiar to him, and then he remembers the sword. It would appear the man had made it through the darkness after all.
The same could not be said for Henry's family. So his gaze sullenly drifts away to ruined beams that pile amidst the ashes. Those will need moving, he figures. He silently begins to move them out of the way. If he has to break them apart in order to do it, so be it. So be it if his foot smashes through charred wood with unnecessary vigor behind it, so be it if pieces of wood are tossed out of the way with little regard for much else except for that no one is in his way.
Henry angrily moves the destroyed beams.
nothing ever did
unless I caused it
unless I caused it
