[Oh. Henry gives Alec a look that might seem hard to parse, his mind churning — in actuality, he cannot help but run what he’s hearing vaguely parallel to his own past circumstances. How nice it might have been, to have someone rushing into the lab to free him before he spent so, so many years under the government’s thumb. How would things have turned out differently for him?

He supposes he won’t ever know now.]

Freeing those kept prisoner, in a way. [There’s something wry about him saying that, though the next bit is all too eager.] When we return to your world, I wonder… Is that something you might need help with?