It's still hard to wrap my mind around the fact there are enough espers for a collective to exist.

[He says mildly as they reach the trees. Henry decides to place the coffin down against one trunk, stepping back and still finding the sight comedic, now.]

There are so few of us left back home.

[(Because he killed most of them, his reasoning twisted, but it made sense in his own mind. The only way to save them.)

As for the last bit, he says a bit wryly:]

Why? Think I'm getting tired of you?