{ Henry feels his gaze go soft, tired from all the exertion. }

Well, I'm sure I deserved it at least once. { But all joking aside— } But it's nothing personal. Not to me. You can kill me as many times as you need, want, or by accident... and it still won't be reason for me to return the favor.

{ Maybe one day, the right context will present itself. Maybe one day Henry will feel a personal betrayal from it all, but for now, he's fine with it. None of these deaths had been personal so far. }