sacrifice what you are for what you can become
Henry shakes his head with a dismissive amount of vexation. "No, nothing," he sighs, "it's all ash and dust. The ground will have to be cleared of debris, tilled, and..." he brings his fingers up to rub at the bridge of his nose, trailing off. It's a lot on his shoulders now. "And even then, it might be that nothing grows back." But this doesn't seem to entirely deter him from trying, because there have been gears at work in the back of his mind lately. But he doesn't speak on them, glancing at Azrael warily.
Azrael assures him that they'd help and, at first, he's speechless. "It is important..." he agrees reflectively, "my family kept a lot of people fed. Without resources like that, I'm worried that no one but the Ascended will want to live here." He starts, suddenly, "Not that I don't want the Ascended here. I do, I just..." he relaxes and shifts back a bit, "I want this to be a place for everyone, so long as they're good people. A lot of Grounders have left since the dome was taken down, and more plan to. I did, too, until... this happened."
Henry stands up and collects a long-sleeved shirt from a pile of laundry, though whether it's clean or dirty is up for debate. As he buttons it up, he considers Azrael for a moment. "We can walk there now to look, if you want," he offers, though he's pretty set on it and if Azrael doesn't want to come, "Well... I'm going to, so if you want to come along..."
Azrael assures him that they'd help and, at first, he's speechless. "It is important..." he agrees reflectively, "my family kept a lot of people fed. Without resources like that, I'm worried that no one but the Ascended will want to live here." He starts, suddenly, "Not that I don't want the Ascended here. I do, I just..." he relaxes and shifts back a bit, "I want this to be a place for everyone, so long as they're good people. A lot of Grounders have left since the dome was taken down, and more plan to. I did, too, until... this happened."
Henry stands up and collects a long-sleeved shirt from a pile of laundry, though whether it's clean or dirty is up for debate. As he buttons it up, he considers Azrael for a moment. "We can walk there now to look, if you want," he offers, though he's pretty set on it and if Azrael doesn't want to come, "Well... I'm going to, so if you want to come along..."
HENRY
