[So fucking what? His mind churns desperately, trying to understand, trying to pull out sense with his Shadow there, bearing down upon them both with his presence alone.]
I told you. I can’t have wasted—
[Vecna speaks, sometimes, the same words as Henry, overlapping.]
—all that time—
—for nothing. I can’t stay in that place—
—by myself—
—and live out the rest of my days just fading away.
[Oh, he feels the anger again. It’s ugly and it's a wound on the inside. At least that will never fail him; at least he can always lean upon the resentment. A hand comes up to grasp at his head, fingers pressing in.]
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[So fucking what? His mind churns desperately, trying to understand, trying to pull out sense with his Shadow there, bearing down upon them both with his presence alone.]
I told you. I can’t have wasted—
[Vecna speaks, sometimes, the same words as Henry, overlapping.]
—all that time—
—for nothing. I can’t stay in that place—
—by myself—
—and live out the rest of my days just fading away.
[Oh, he feels the anger again. It’s ugly and it's a wound on the inside. At least that will never fail him; at least he can always lean upon the resentment. A hand comes up to grasp at his head, fingers pressing in.]
I wish I had never met any of you!
It would have been so much easier.