[And there's Henry, still brimming with exhuastion, but no longer feeling like he has a hole in him, draining his vigor away. There's a stop in it now, even if it'll take a moment for it all to return.
His pride, of course, wants him to sit up and declare everything is fine. They definitely had this all under control. Didn't his idea work out? Doesn't anger provide motivation, which provides power, which overcomes everything thrown at him? It was always going to end up this way.
The reality, his mind still blistering, his thoughts relatively foggy:]
My... head.
[Fucking hurts.
Slowly, he presses his palms to the ground and tries to heave himself up.]
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His pride, of course, wants him to sit up and declare everything is fine. They definitely had this all under control. Didn't his idea work out? Doesn't anger provide motivation, which provides power, which overcomes everything thrown at him? It was always going to end up this way.
The reality, his mind still blistering, his thoughts relatively foggy:]
My... head.
[Fucking hurts.
Slowly, he presses his palms to the ground and tries to heave himself up.]