HENRY
I was waiting for something extraordinary
but as the years wasted on...
but as the years wasted on...
Vengeance is something Henry doesn't quite resonate with, so his lips purse and he stops short. Partly because he doesn't know if she means to have specific revenge, or to simply take it out on everyone around her. He can't predict her but, that might be what prompts him to stay. To see what he can do for her, even if all that means is...
Fight.
The word brings the cigarette down from his pulling lips. Thoughtfully, he considers his answer, close enough now that he can see she's holding onto a basket.
"I'm no expert," he starts, but he's already putting out the cigarette as it falls beneath his boot, "but I can fight." He eyes her hands, which seem... busy. "Why do you ask?" His gaze lifts up to her face, to the smoldering rage that roils in her eyes and lips. He already thinks he knows the answer.
Fight.
The word brings the cigarette down from his pulling lips. Thoughtfully, he considers his answer, close enough now that he can see she's holding onto a basket.
"I'm no expert," he starts, but he's already putting out the cigarette as it falls beneath his boot, "but I can fight." He eyes her hands, which seem... busy. "Why do you ask?" His gaze lifts up to her face, to the smoldering rage that roils in her eyes and lips. He already thinks he knows the answer.
nothing ever did
unless I caused it
unless I caused it