[She… is. Was? He doesn’t know now, not after that. How he had been only angry, and grieving, and promises and friendship suddenly meant nothing in all of his hatred born of a sudden loss.

…The things he did to her. Her arm, the fire.

Henry drinks again, and when he’s done-]

Probably not after what I did to her.

[That actually sounds a little remorseful. He looks at Alec again.]

I told you. If I don’t have you, I don’t have anything. It drove me… mad, that reality. I don’t think you understand how much I’m— [unhealthily obsessed with you] Well. How much I need to have you.