[As he watches this transpire, all he can think to himself is this: Not only does he think she's a plaything, but an easily manipulated one. And when Amy smiles at him, pointing to the crown of flowers adorning her head, all he can do is tilt his head and smile back encouragingly. This has already happened; there's no changing the past.
(And who is he to criticize, who is he to feel indignant at her upcoming plight? The shudder at the sea change in her life that he's viewing now? Henry considers his own motives to be less flippant and more necessary than this man's, but he can see himself doing much the same. It's easy to appeal to a child's sense of wonder; he learned that long, long ago back in the lab.)]
You look very pretty.
[Is all he has to offer her. Isn't it wonderful?
Of course. All things gilded in gold are pretty on the surface, even if they rust in the middle. What did she trade for magic? This life? Her family?
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(And who is he to criticize, who is he to feel indignant at her upcoming plight? The shudder at the sea change in her life that he's viewing now? Henry considers his own motives to be less flippant and more necessary than this man's, but he can see himself doing much the same. It's easy to appeal to a child's sense of wonder; he learned that long, long ago back in the lab.)]
You look very pretty.
[Is all he has to offer her. Isn't it wonderful?
Of course. All things gilded in gold are pretty on the surface, even if they rust in the middle. What did she trade for magic? This life? Her family?
Was it not worth it?]