HENRY
I was waiting for something extraordinary
but as the years wasted on...
but as the years wasted on...
Henry nods. The implications and intricacies of vengeance meant little to him. He's never been the type, even when overcome by sorrow and anger at the loss of his friend all those years ago. He wanted to stop the monsters in LongNight, but not because he wanted revenge... because he just wanted it to stop. But he can't be there, not this time. If all he can do to help is ensure that she's more prepared, then he'll jump at that chance.
"Of course I'll help you," he says almost immediately, earnestly, taking note of her wicked smile. He doesn't reflect one back at her, unusually enough. If anything, he's apprehensive about what she expects, but he doesn't make a show of it. All that meets her unsmiling eyes is a stoic expression. "How do you want to do this? Bare-handed brawl? Or do you have something else in mind?" He's not exactly armed with anything, himself, so his own ideas are a bit limited.
"And will you tell me your name first?"
"Of course I'll help you," he says almost immediately, earnestly, taking note of her wicked smile. He doesn't reflect one back at her, unusually enough. If anything, he's apprehensive about what she expects, but he doesn't make a show of it. All that meets her unsmiling eyes is a stoic expression. "How do you want to do this? Bare-handed brawl? Or do you have something else in mind?" He's not exactly armed with anything, himself, so his own ideas are a bit limited.
"And will you tell me your name first?"
nothing ever did
unless I caused it
unless I caused it
