"He's not quite human," Henry says honestly, "He could do great things or horrible things," Henry adds, "I've met men like him before that are at a crossroads," He looks at James, not moving from using James as a pillow. "I can say I wish it weren't him that this place took my heart too," He says, closing his eyes again. "The one thing I've kept to myself and one other person for 500 years." He's quiet for a long moment, letting the silence drag, "Why is he destructive? I trust your judgment; you know that, I'm sure."