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[viking_seer]

"And why do you think that?"

[hostileterritory]

He folds his hands over each other, squeezes them briefly, goes back to small restless motion.

"No one around to know I'd ever been different."

[viking_seer]

"What about for you?" she says quietly, "what about for you... getting to feel it when Hanna does something nice for you? Or enjoy a meal down to your toes. Feel rested or exhausted. All those things that you look forward to o-or you dread or you get to enjoy. All those things. You deserve to feel things, Henry. For you."

[hostileterritory]

He looks at her sidelong. His posture doesn't change, but there's something in his face that reads clear as day, no Seer Powers needed:

Do I?

No malice in the thought, no particular shame. A weighing of the facts. Consideration for the things he's done.

He shrugs a shoulder.

[viking_seer]

And she looks back at him, one eyebrow just a little raised as if to say 'I said what I said and you know I know what you've done.'

"Something to think about, maybe?"