sacrifice what you are for what you can become
With their approval, Henry placed the ball of electricity deep inside of the rocks. He paused for a moment, watching it sizzle and pop in reaction before it presumably settled in its new place. He let his hands fall back to his sides and the drape of lichen swept back over, concealing the light within. A sense of relief at a mission well-accomplished relaxed his shoulders. He glanced over at Bastien, fully registering the question that lingered in the air now.
He shrugged, a lop-sided smile on his face as he turned to more fully face the other man. "That's a good question," he admitted, his breath fogging in the cold air, "I guess I figure I'm the only one who would appreciate them." Which, was the truth. He felt that way about a lot of things that were important to him. Poetry, for example, keeping all of his writing a secret from others even though it was something he found a great amount of joy in.
"You know, if you need help with that plaque, I'll be back at the end of Deepfrost. We can work on repurposing the building then, if you like. Perhaps, by that time, we will have more hands on deck."
(FIN.)
He shrugged, a lop-sided smile on his face as he turned to more fully face the other man. "That's a good question," he admitted, his breath fogging in the cold air, "I guess I figure I'm the only one who would appreciate them." Which, was the truth. He felt that way about a lot of things that were important to him. Poetry, for example, keeping all of his writing a secret from others even though it was something he found a great amount of joy in.
"You know, if you need help with that plaque, I'll be back at the end of Deepfrost. We can work on repurposing the building then, if you like. Perhaps, by that time, we will have more hands on deck."
(FIN.)
HENRY
