there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in
Henry sighs haggardly, finding that he has no argument nor will to try and summon one. "Yes, all of the Gods can be cruel..." he musters the courage to at least mumble this aloud. "I can't really defend the Voice. That's not my intention, either. Frey attuned me, and though I was too young to understand that choice, I suppose that's where I stand. But I can't bring myself to condemn a race of people for it, either..." His gaze flicks back up and across Remi's face.
The flush of his cheeks makes Henry's demeanor soften unexpectedly. "It sounds like you're torn," he murmurs empathetically, expression warming with concern. He's torn too, truly; it's something that keeps him awake at night. If he were Ascended, this would be easier. But he isn't and so it's not. "I imagine you and the Ascended have the least amount of choice in this out of all of us," he sighs.
Slowly, Henry makes his way towards a nearby tree stump and sits down. "Why did you choose Ludo, out of all of them? Why not Safrin, or Frey? Or would it even matter..." he grimaces.
The flush of his cheeks makes Henry's demeanor soften unexpectedly. "It sounds like you're torn," he murmurs empathetically, expression warming with concern. He's torn too, truly; it's something that keeps him awake at night. If he were Ascended, this would be easier. But he isn't and so it's not. "I imagine you and the Ascended have the least amount of choice in this out of all of us," he sighs.
Slowly, Henry makes his way towards a nearby tree stump and sits down. "Why did you choose Ludo, out of all of them? Why not Safrin, or Frey? Or would it even matter..." he grimaces.
HENRY
