[He manages to grasp his forearm, and grasp onto it tightly, which is thankfully enough effort to pull Henry forward, away from the lava. He staggers, though, practically bumping right into Abbachio as he rights himself.
A normal person would feel gratitude. Maybe, in a less harrowing situation, even Henry might feel a mote of it; when was the last time anyone bothered to help him, anyway?
But right now, frustration spikes. The cabinet is sinking slowly into the lava, which means their cycle of "stepping stones" isn't going to be a valid strategy for very long. Shit.
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A normal person would feel gratitude. Maybe, in a less harrowing situation, even Henry might feel a mote of it; when was the last time anyone bothered to help him, anyway?
But right now, frustration spikes. The cabinet is sinking slowly into the lava, which means their cycle of "stepping stones" isn't going to be a valid strategy for very long. Shit.
Think. Henry sneers.]
How strong's that summon of yours?
[His Stand, he means.]