[She's hit the nail on the head, of course. Around Henry's core, like the lower mantle of a planet, exists nothing but molten, searing anger. He's had time to let it fester and spread, and though he's no longer a prisoner of HNL, being here is still not being in control of life's circumstances. Same song, different verse.
It frustrates him. Adds to the list of wrongs against his person. And though afforded more freedom than before, this anger has had nowhere to go.
But Henry, as always, does not let it run free thoughtlessly. His body language remains calm, a presence merely standing in the darkness as she weighs just how much he can be trusted.]
I have plenty of reason to be.
[A simple admission as her scarlet red energy(?), lights up the space around them. It casts them in an eerie hue; makes the shadows of his angular face run deeper.]
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It frustrates him. Adds to the list of wrongs against his person. And though afforded more freedom than before, this anger has had nowhere to go.
But Henry, as always, does not let it run free thoughtlessly. His body language remains calm, a presence merely standing in the darkness as she weighs just how much he can be trusted.][A simple admission as her scarlet red energy(?), lights up the space around them. It casts them in an eerie hue; makes the shadows of his angular face run deeper.]