HENRY
I was waiting for something extraordinary
but as the years wasted on...
but as the years wasted on...
Henry nods, remembering their little battle of wits and wills. "You prefer knives, if I remember right... Why?" It felt like ages ago that they'd last stood beneath the cover of night together, when he'd been trying to give her hope - or more than that; freedom. She could have used the shift to take her far away from here, from this desolate place. What a shame that she didn't, and what fools they all were for remaining. He suddenly scoffs at himself, though it's ill-placed and he offers no context behind it.
He notices the way her jaw fixes, recognizing that little fire within her. He takes no emboldened offense from it, giving her a piercing look of his own as if to say that he already knows. He's not their biggest fan, either, not some pious little boy with wide eyes and naive fantasies. But he also doesn't plan to set himself against them. Not entirely, at least.
"Of the Voice?" He raises his brows and then trails into a lackadaisical statement, "I'm sure she'd have more questions than me if that happens." Truthfully he doesn't know. He's barely holding on as it is and any lifeline would be great right about now. He wouldn't have the room to complain about where it comes from. "What would you ask from her?" He counters, but maybe he's just curious.
His expression softens at her immediate answer and he tilts his head to one side. "Do you want to fly with me?"
He notices the way her jaw fixes, recognizing that little fire within her. He takes no emboldened offense from it, giving her a piercing look of his own as if to say that he already knows. He's not their biggest fan, either, not some pious little boy with wide eyes and naive fantasies. But he also doesn't plan to set himself against them. Not entirely, at least.
"Of the Voice?" He raises his brows and then trails into a lackadaisical statement, "I'm sure she'd have more questions than me if that happens." Truthfully he doesn't know. He's barely holding on as it is and any lifeline would be great right about now. He wouldn't have the room to complain about where it comes from. "What would you ask from her?" He counters, but maybe he's just curious.
His expression softens at her immediate answer and he tilts his head to one side. "Do you want to fly with me?"
nothing ever did
unless I caused it
unless I caused it
