there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in
Henry purses his lips shut and he falls mostly-silent at the correction. His brows remain in a hard, furrowing line. Even as he looks down, away, towards the ground. Even as his shoulders fall, his forehead stays creased with pressing thoughts. Nothing was ever simple - and nothing ever would be. So it is here. He nods slightly, a small nod of understanding, of admittance, as he rolls his jaw.
He watches, though, as Remi answers him. A history of recent events is told to him in far richer detail than he might've expected. Finally his brows lift in reaction to Remi's sharpened gaze - and the sharpened knowledge that the Voice was the one to encourage the Ascended to do that to the Fae. Why, he wonders, but doesn't ask.
Remi's jaw clenching doesn't go unnoticed but Henry has to ask, must bring it up. He needs to know more about the Order. Somehow, though, he doesn't think he will get very far in that endeavor. "Well, humor me with your opinion, because at least I'll listen - even if no one else will," he says in response to not being able to weigh in on such matters. Everyone has a voice, and they should use them more often than not.
So he listens carefully as Remi recollects his own past relationships with the Ascended, and he makes a soft hum of agreement. "I have friends that are Ascended, too... and I would hate to see them hurt. Some of them I'd consider like family. I grew up in the Grounds. Everyone there is... family," he stifles a breath that tries to turn shaky, attempting to pull some veneer of strength as he lifts his chin.
He sighs, thoughts drawing back to the Voice. He shakes his head suddenly. "The Old Gods are flawed, too. They've made their mistakes, made more trying to correct them, and that's how we're in this mess to begin with. They trapped us all in a dome. I haven't forgotten that. And aren't they encouraging the Order to destroy the Ascended? That's why, isn't it? Isn't that the same as what the Voice did about the Mathair and the Fae?"
He watches, though, as Remi answers him. A history of recent events is told to him in far richer detail than he might've expected. Finally his brows lift in reaction to Remi's sharpened gaze - and the sharpened knowledge that the Voice was the one to encourage the Ascended to do that to the Fae. Why, he wonders, but doesn't ask.
Remi's jaw clenching doesn't go unnoticed but Henry has to ask, must bring it up. He needs to know more about the Order. Somehow, though, he doesn't think he will get very far in that endeavor. "Well, humor me with your opinion, because at least I'll listen - even if no one else will," he says in response to not being able to weigh in on such matters. Everyone has a voice, and they should use them more often than not.
So he listens carefully as Remi recollects his own past relationships with the Ascended, and he makes a soft hum of agreement. "I have friends that are Ascended, too... and I would hate to see them hurt. Some of them I'd consider like family. I grew up in the Grounds. Everyone there is... family," he stifles a breath that tries to turn shaky, attempting to pull some veneer of strength as he lifts his chin.
He sighs, thoughts drawing back to the Voice. He shakes his head suddenly. "The Old Gods are flawed, too. They've made their mistakes, made more trying to correct them, and that's how we're in this mess to begin with. They trapped us all in a dome. I haven't forgotten that. And aren't they encouraging the Order to destroy the Ascended? That's why, isn't it? Isn't that the same as what the Voice did about the Mathair and the Fae?"
HENRY
