[se] you can't prevent this

HENRY

I was waiting for something extraordinary
but as the years wasted on...

Henry nods once, simply, at her answer. He's not partial to any one weapon, but then again he's also not much of a fighter. More of a lover, probably, but he's always tried so hard to be something more; more than a farmer's son, more than a boy attuned by Frey, more than.. he really is. Realizing that hurts, cuts a wound deeper than any knife could.

He meets her narrowed gaze without flinching, too numbed by his own pain and turmoils to be slighted by her coldness now. "I'm sorry... about your sister," he says, voice heavy and sighing. As he adds on this part, it also cracks with pain, "I wish I could do something to help you."

Henry presses his bottom lip inward, teeth grazing over the skin and tearing a bit of the top layer off thoughtfully. He doesn't mind this process, truly, even as he deliberates over it now. Thus, he moves towards Mabel with slow, steady steps. His gaze fixes on her, but there is no excitement or smile shared even though he wants to fly with her, too. He pulls back the sleeve on his arm, revealing the shiny scar she's left him there from before. "This time, it will be on our terms. No other reason than because we want to," he murmurs, holding it out for her to take. He raises his brows a fraction, "if you meant it."

nothing ever did
unless I caused it