{ There's no sense in dumping his nonsensical game logic into the mix, so he leaves it at that. It's a flat and reiterated answer, no doubt leaving a dissatisfied taste in Gabe's mouth. Henry sure knows he himself would be a little disappointed by it too.
The answer just has Henry breathing out slow through his nose, trying not to disrupt the air between them. They're still sprawled on the floor, surrounded by other hellish patrons, caught in a strangely intimate faux embrace as they speak. It's only thanks to the dwindling buzz and adrenaline that he can ignore their surroundings for now. }
I don't believe experiencing death did you any favors. Who was it?
{ His voice is soft but it wavers just a bit. Nothing else matters: just the 'who' is all Henry needs. Who was it that brought Gabe to such a state? That he'd seek satisfaction in seeing someone retaliate with deadly intentions? }
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The answer just has Henry breathing out slow through his nose, trying not to disrupt the air between them. They're still sprawled on the floor, surrounded by other hellish patrons, caught in a strangely intimate faux embrace as they speak. It's only thanks to the dwindling buzz and adrenaline that he can ignore their surroundings for now. }
I don't believe experiencing death did you any favors. Who was it?
{ His voice is soft but it wavers just a bit. Nothing else matters: just the 'who' is all Henry needs. Who was it that brought Gabe to such a state? That he'd seek satisfaction in seeing someone retaliate with deadly intentions? }