[Alec slips away unnoticed; Henry’s attention is far too focused on his Shadow—shaped like how he should look—to notice. It appears the same applies to Vecna, whose glowing eyes look cruel yet almost mocking. How strange, to be on the opposite side of that knife, but Henry can hardly appreciate it for now.]
Nothing to say? [—Vecna growls, guttural and threatening.] Pathetic, scared child. Is that not all you are, angry at a world that’s wronged you?
It has wronged me.
[Henry spits back, but Vecna just laughs.]
You sound so, so certain. But maybe it’s just you who’ll never suit the world. Maybe your parents were right.
Shut up.
[Henry pushes out with a hand, presumably using his powers to toss Vecna away — but the creature does not move so much as an inch, and instead takes the opportunity to wrap its clawed hand hard around Henry’s neck.]
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Nothing to say? [—Vecna growls, guttural and threatening.] Pathetic, scared child. Is that not all you are, angry at a world that’s wronged you?
It has wronged me.
[Henry spits back, but Vecna just laughs.]
You sound so, so certain. But maybe it’s just you who’ll never suit the world. Maybe your parents were right.
Shut up.
[Henry pushes out with a hand, presumably using his powers to toss Vecna away — but the creature does not move so much as an inch, and instead takes the opportunity to wrap its clawed hand hard around Henry’s neck.]