there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in
Remi's right, Henry knows this. At a surface level, he feels naïve for questioning otherwise. But deeper down, he wants to see a world in which the races can coexist - or at least, not fight because of what they are. The question of family strikes a chord with him, because he's already lost his. "My family is dead and gone because of the inaction of others, and there is no answer for that," he counters softly, and shrugs, "but I don't feel hate. Nothing is ever so black and white."
"But is this really because of what a few of them have done? Or is it because of what they are?" He asks boldly, gaze flickering over Remi's rugged face. He looks away, though, the muscles in his shoulders feeling taut. Why am I doing this? And yet he continues. "I've heard there's an organization... that wants to destroy them. The Order." And he's not so naïve to think that this sudden barrier is unrelated. Or maybe he's being paranoid.. "Do you think they're right? That Caido would be better off without the Ascended or their Voice?"
"But is this really because of what a few of them have done? Or is it because of what they are?" He asks boldly, gaze flickering over Remi's rugged face. He looks away, though, the muscles in his shoulders feeling taut. Why am I doing this? And yet he continues. "I've heard there's an organization... that wants to destroy them. The Order." And he's not so naïve to think that this sudden barrier is unrelated. Or maybe he's being paranoid.. "Do you think they're right? That Caido would be better off without the Ascended or their Voice?"
HENRY
