HENRY
I was waiting for something extraordinary
but as the years wasted on...
but as the years wasted on...
He hadn't meant it that way, but he's too numb to care if he's offended her again. "Yes," he frowns thoughtfully at his blunt tones, recalling many of the lives lost to LongNight's tortures. Too many to count, too many he hadn't even known, and yet he still feels the loss of them all sharply now. Now that he knows how it is to lose those important to you to the monsters and darkness. "Everyone always dies," he offers as explanation, voice gritted by bitterness.
Mabel finds a place to seat herself and he barely notices the flighty look in her expression. Well, notices is perhaps the wrong word. He doesn't make much of it; he's so used to seeing it there, she appears as she usually is. What is there to make of it? She should be trying to escape, she should be running. She's not wrong, she's right and she's smart enough to know she is, and he won't make a move to mend those raw, raging feeling of hers anymore. He has too many of his own now.
"How was my LongNight?" He echoes, sounding disturbed by the question as his eyes widen with anger and his jaw clenches. "Oh, it was great, Mabel," his words seethe out sarcastically, "It's afterwards that was not. I returned to my entire family dead and gone and there's nothing left of it, not even the house or the fucking goats. Nothing, like it never even existed." His words are heated and biting but he's trying not to go over the edge or yell like he wants to.
"Yours?" His voice cracks then, showing his pain and weakness for just that brief second.
Mabel finds a place to seat herself and he barely notices the flighty look in her expression. Well, notices is perhaps the wrong word. He doesn't make much of it; he's so used to seeing it there, she appears as she usually is. What is there to make of it? She should be trying to escape, she should be running. She's not wrong, she's right and she's smart enough to know she is, and he won't make a move to mend those raw, raging feeling of hers anymore. He has too many of his own now.
"How was my LongNight?" He echoes, sounding disturbed by the question as his eyes widen with anger and his jaw clenches. "Oh, it was great, Mabel," his words seethe out sarcastically, "It's afterwards that was not. I returned to my entire family dead and gone and there's nothing left of it, not even the house or the fucking goats. Nothing, like it never even existed." His words are heated and biting but he's trying not to go over the edge or yell like he wants to.
"Yours?" His voice cracks then, showing his pain and weakness for just that brief second.
nothing ever did
unless I caused it
unless I caused it
