there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in
Henry would laugh bitterly if the mood were lighter, if these were laughing matters, but with the way Remi's jaw sets and his eyes lower, nothing of the sort happens. Only a small huff of agreement. He hasn't had much to do with any of the Gods, but he can still understand. It isn't really hard to, when it's something that's been reachable, attainable, well-known, and well-told. He just sort of chose not to attain further.
"So it's hard to paint one side as the only villain without seeming dishonest," he concludes for Remi, though he does offer something a little lighter after a moment of silence, "but I'm glad to hear that your friend is herself again, regardless of why. Life is a blessing, but to live a second time? She's lucky to have a friend like you." He offers a grim, half-hearted smile, accompanied by a small nod. If she lived in the Grounds, perhaps Henry should introduce himself. Extend an olive branch of sorts. "What's her name?"
Frey being awful leaves Henry unsurprised. It's more surprising to learn that Remi was an Attuned. But, ah, suppose he had to be something before he ascended. As for Safrin? He knows little about her, other than the common word of her. "My... friend.. told me about Safrin, a bit," he comments, though he doesn't know if Remi knows who Oliver is, and he also isn't entirely sure if Oliver is a friend or something more, "he said she was so amazing and..." he waves his hand dismissively, "yeah, I don't know. I think what you just said is more true of the Gods than anything else I've ever heard. They do what's best for themselves," he lifts his chin to look more directly at Remi, before dropping his gaze and letting it divert to the treeline. "I guess this is like... a game of chess to them, huh? And we're just the pawns or.. or something like that, anyway." He rests his jaw against his palm and shakes his head slowly.
"So it's hard to paint one side as the only villain without seeming dishonest," he concludes for Remi, though he does offer something a little lighter after a moment of silence, "but I'm glad to hear that your friend is herself again, regardless of why. Life is a blessing, but to live a second time? She's lucky to have a friend like you." He offers a grim, half-hearted smile, accompanied by a small nod. If she lived in the Grounds, perhaps Henry should introduce himself. Extend an olive branch of sorts. "What's her name?"
Frey being awful leaves Henry unsurprised. It's more surprising to learn that Remi was an Attuned. But, ah, suppose he had to be something before he ascended. As for Safrin? He knows little about her, other than the common word of her. "My... friend.. told me about Safrin, a bit," he comments, though he doesn't know if Remi knows who Oliver is, and he also isn't entirely sure if Oliver is a friend or something more, "he said she was so amazing and..." he waves his hand dismissively, "yeah, I don't know. I think what you just said is more true of the Gods than anything else I've ever heard. They do what's best for themselves," he lifts his chin to look more directly at Remi, before dropping his gaze and letting it divert to the treeline. "I guess this is like... a game of chess to them, huh? And we're just the pawns or.. or something like that, anyway." He rests his jaw against his palm and shakes his head slowly.
HENRY
