[The thanks settles strangely in him. So much of this entire experience has felt like just that: strange. Where Amelia and him share in the same experiences, he is satisfied. She understands. Where they differ—in regards to emotion and that deep connection with someone else so critical in their lives—he cannot quite wrap his mind around.
He tilts his head at her. She can’t talk about it right now, and that’s not unexpected. The memory is raw. Henry’s powers really are so realistic-seeming that it borders on frightening, but then again, he’s never used them in such a way before. Guided willingly through.]
Even though it hurt?
[His question is simple, almost child-like in the way he seeks to understand.]
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He tilts his head at her. She can’t talk about it right now, and that’s not unexpected. The memory is raw. Henry’s powers really are so realistic-seeming that it borders on frightening, but then again, he’s never used them in such a way before. Guided willingly through.]
Even though it hurt?
[His question is simple, almost child-like in the way he seeks to understand.]