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[vecna]

[He lifts his brow, gently. Henry doubts he’s as steady as he presents himself; not after a memory like that. It’s like opening a fresh new wound — he would know. It says something for his stubbornness? His conviction? His acting skills? That he’s playing all off as nothing.]

Hm?

[He touches right below his nose, and his fingers wet with familiar warmth.]

Oh. That’s a side-effect. Don't worry. It’s normal, though it takes so much less effort in this place to start bleeding.

[striketwice]

[ Alec is well-practiced in keeping himself together in the company of others. He'll fall apart when he's good and ready - which is to say when next he's alone. ]

Less effort? What do you mean by that?

[vecna]

I mentioned once that this prison’s made me weaker? That includes my endurance when it comes to using my powers. Too much, and I… tire. Easily.

[Turns his hand to face Alec, bloodied fingertips wiggling ever so slightly.]

This is the first sign of strain.

[striketwice]

[ He arches his brows, considering the ramifications of that. ]

So you're just living with a mini version of whatever the hell happened to us in that elevator?

[vecna]

You mean with our powers being dampened? I guess so.

[warden thought he’d be too OP or something ig]

It’s not ideal. But it’s better than not having my abilities at all.

[striketwice]

I didn't even know that kind of shit could happen.

[ He was so!! Fucking!! MAD!! ]

[vecna]

Upsetting, isn’t it? Like losing a limb.

[It wasn’t terribly jarring for Henry, though. Even if he, too, hated it.]

[striketwice]

[ He crosses his arms, and considering the way he's sitting against the headboard, he looks like a little kid about to pout. ]

I could have picked that fucking lock.

[vecna]

[Oh my god. Like a chid. like Henry has any room to talk]

The Warden’s not going to make it that easy for us. Nothing here has been.

[striketwice]

Yeah, I get that now. The stories don't really convey how royally fucked we are.

[vecna]

No. But in the end, it doesn’t change anything — we’re all going home, one way or another, Alec.

[striketwice]

One way or another, huh? I'd prefer "in on piece" at the very least.

[vecna]

[He looks a little amused.]

If I get my old body back— [weird calling his Vecna body his “old” body, now] —a few injuries don’t mean much. It'd be a small price to pay.

[For YOU Henry, what about everyone else.]

[striketwice]

Is that your preference? Looking like something that crawled out of a swamp?

[vecna]

[w o w half of fandom wants a piece of his undead vecnussy, sir]

This body’s weak. What advantage is there to that?

[striketwice]

[ get out ]

Two functional hands, for one.

[vecna]

[incredible.]

Both hands were plenty functional.

[striketwice]

Yeah, maybe if you were living under someone's bed. Tying your shoes? Not so much.

[vecna]

[...]

I didn't wear shoes.

[striketwice]

[ An amused snort, though it's clear that Alec has reached the end of his rather frayed rope. He's ready to be done. ]

I stand corrected.

Anyway, if you still want some of that rice you can stick it in the microwave. Better not let it go to waste after all that hard work I did.

[vecna]

[Hm. Guess that’s his cue.]

I wouldn’t dare.

[And Henry stands, straightening with his default little smile on his face.]

And thank you. For letting me take a look around.

[In that head of yours.]

[striketwice]

Uh-huh. Just don't get used to it, okay?

[ But for whatever it's worth, Alec is probably more willing to share in a verbal sense now. ]

[vecna]

Of course not.

[Rarities don’t happen often, after all.

But he’ll leave Alec alone with his thoughts for now, turning to leave soon after.]