[Another beat, but there's the distinct sense that Henry is only pulling together the words he wishes to say; not out of anything like shame or embarrassment.]
I feel as though anger is being placed in my direction, and for no reason at all. If something's clawing at the veil between worlds, is it my fault that that barrier is so thin to begin with?
Otherwise, I'm fine. Waiting for the calvary to roll in, maybe, but fine.
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I feel as though anger is being placed in my direction, and for no reason at all. If something's clawing at the veil between worlds, is it my fault that that barrier is so thin to begin with?
Otherwise, I'm fine. Waiting for the calvary to roll in, maybe, but fine.