HENRY
I was waiting for something extraordinary
but as the years wasted on...
but as the years wasted on...
Henry finds relief in the lack of idle conversation, or of prying questions, or of announcements of what the Ascended had accomplished - or what they'd lost in their accomplishments. His mind bears no room for anything more than work right now, wishing to envelope himself in the tasks.
So he does, and with all of his angry focus he is able to get the blackened and burnt wooden pieces out of the way. There'll be little left in his wake, little else than what is currently still managing to stand, especially with Aamu clearing the rest away.
His eyes catch the shake of the roof as his weight bears down on the ground near it. That's an accident waiting to happen.
If the intention is to salvage the barracks, then this will serve to buy enough time until it can be properly redone. Henry uses whatever tools there are, even if it's just hammering a bent nail in using a rock, to try to fasten a sturdy block of wood across the part of the roof to re-stabilize it. He expects it all to fall apart beneath his hands, though. There's a glisten of frustrated sorrow in his eyes as he tries his damnedest to prevent that.
Henry tries to use spare tools and a sturdy piece of wood to stabilize the corner of the roof.
So he does, and with all of his angry focus he is able to get the blackened and burnt wooden pieces out of the way. There'll be little left in his wake, little else than what is currently still managing to stand, especially with Aamu clearing the rest away.
His eyes catch the shake of the roof as his weight bears down on the ground near it. That's an accident waiting to happen.
If the intention is to salvage the barracks, then this will serve to buy enough time until it can be properly redone. Henry uses whatever tools there are, even if it's just hammering a bent nail in using a rock, to try to fasten a sturdy block of wood across the part of the roof to re-stabilize it. He expects it all to fall apart beneath his hands, though. There's a glisten of frustrated sorrow in his eyes as he tries his damnedest to prevent that.
Henry tries to use spare tools and a sturdy piece of wood to stabilize the corner of the roof.
nothing ever did
unless I caused it
unless I caused it
