HENRY
He hears the approach of a familiar set of feet, can feel her presence as it hones in on the bond, but he doesn't dare look up. Whatever feelings she has of empathy and heartache for him are drowned out by a storm of his own. For how still Henry is, his mind is aflame.
No doubt she will feel it as her word - his name spoken aloud - aggravates him. There is no room left for the goodness in Henry, not here, not now. Considering how she feels is not on his mind. How happy he is to see her? He knows he is, truly; he's missed her the entire time she's been gone and he should be. But somehow it isn't there. It just doesn't cut it. Nothing does.
"What are you doing here, Aisha?" It's a low rumble of a question, but he still doesn't look at her yet. He stares at the piece of wood in his hands, his grip on it tightening until the pieces fall with a snap. "Why would you come back?" The words come out with more animosity than necessary, and he suddenly gets up on shaky limbs. He tosses the remains of his home to the ground and turns on her with a snarl on his countenance. "You wanted to leave the Grounds, didn't you? Go live up in Halo, where you're safe and you don't have to worry about all of our little bullshit problems here! We don't matter to you. So then why. are. you. here. now!? When it doesn't matter!" His jaw snaps shut, breath heavy as it clenches. His gaze seems to stare straight through her, though. "Why weren't you here when it would've made a difference? You act so fucking tough but you weren't here when it all went down. You ran. You fucking coward, you ran!" His words end in a roar.
They echo across the emptiness, splitting the deathly still air. His jawline quivers with his anger, and he already regrets what he's said. He looks away sharply. "Just fucking leave."
No doubt she will feel it as her word - his name spoken aloud - aggravates him. There is no room left for the goodness in Henry, not here, not now. Considering how she feels is not on his mind. How happy he is to see her? He knows he is, truly; he's missed her the entire time she's been gone and he should be. But somehow it isn't there. It just doesn't cut it. Nothing does.
"What are you doing here, Aisha?" It's a low rumble of a question, but he still doesn't look at her yet. He stares at the piece of wood in his hands, his grip on it tightening until the pieces fall with a snap. "Why would you come back?" The words come out with more animosity than necessary, and he suddenly gets up on shaky limbs. He tosses the remains of his home to the ground and turns on her with a snarl on his countenance. "You wanted to leave the Grounds, didn't you? Go live up in Halo, where you're safe and you don't have to worry about all of our little bullshit problems here! We don't matter to you. So then why. are. you. here. now!? When it doesn't matter!" His jaw snaps shut, breath heavy as it clenches. His gaze seems to stare straight through her, though. "Why weren't you here when it would've made a difference? You act so fucking tough but you weren't here when it all went down. You ran. You fucking coward, you ran!" His words end in a roar.
They echo across the emptiness, splitting the deathly still air. His jawline quivers with his anger, and he already regrets what he's said. He looks away sharply. "Just fucking leave."
wherever you run, you see all you leave behind you
lies inside anyone you open
lies inside anyone you open
