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[vecna]

[If he notices that tension, he's kind(??) enough not to say anything about it right now. (See: yet.) So Henry nods, gesturing at the way out, and leads on. Their footsteps echo in the dreary, run-down building.]

So what was your burden, exactly? What happened?

[bsod]

[ Vox's face is at least enough to light their way by as they go. He turns to glance at Henry, like he's debating answering. Finally, ]

I had to go into the pizzeria at night and fix something.

[ The what isn't important. ]

The singing animatronic band gets murderous when the sun goes down.

[vecna]

[Oh. Well... duly noted. Good thing he's not had any desire for pizza before now.]

And so they came to life and killed you? Or did something trigger their violence?

[He likes details!]

[bsod]

They just came to life. Or possibly they were already alive when we walked in.

It seemed like they wanted us dead from the word "go."

[ And then he made the situation way worse by calling Pixie an antique. ]

[vecna]

[Ah, so Vox wasn't alone. He assumes that was probably part of the burden, too.]

Like a lot of things around here. I hope you and your companion at least up put up a fight. And more importantly, completed your burden beforehand...?

[bsod]

[ He won't comment on the former, but as for the latter...

He lifts a hand, arcs of blue electricity start jumping between his fingers. ]

[vecna]

[Ah. That’ll be helpful. Henry looks impressed but maybe adjusts his distance a foot or two farther away as they walk.]

Good. I’m glad for you.

[That’s sincere enough, anyway. It’ll be good for the team.

But if he thinks Henry’s not going to pry…]

You did put up a fight, right?

[bsod]

[ what u doin over there bud ]

Don't mock me. Of course I did.

[vecna]

[don’t worry about it]

I’m not mocking you. [It’s a real question!] You seem on edge.

[bsod]

[ He goes still a moment, electricity lancing up his body. You're going to have to get used to that, Henry. ]

On edge? I was just sta̷̠̔l̴̢̿k̷̨͆ed through a p̸̨̀i̸̘͒z̵͈̾z̸̳̑a̶̱͠ ̸̡̄p̴͙͠a̸̢͐r̸̲̈́l̷̠̆ö̸̭r̶̻͐, captured, tortured, dismantled piece by piece to the sounds of pop music and c̸̪͗a̸̪͠t̵̲̂ ̷͓͂p̶̱͌u̴̱̽n̶͎͗s̸̙̈. Why would I be on edge?

[vecna]

[Yeah, no thank you. When he goes still, Henry pauses, too, just clasping his hands behind his back. He tilts his head slightly.]

No. It's not that kind of "on edge." You seem like the kind of person who wouldn't let death get under your skin. Angry about it, yes. But bothered? ...I'm not so sure.

[This is his way of asking: is something bothering you?]

[bsod]

I'm. Fine.

[ That's awfully final. ]

[vecna]

[Hmm.]

You know, I'm very good at keeping secrets. If you change your mind later.

[bsod]

Don't count on it. And don't get chummy with me.

[ He's walking again, a bit more purposefully this time. ]

[vecna]

[Well, trailing behind, then.]

We're teammates. I have to check and make sure.

[bsod]

[ There's another pop of electricity at that statement, but Vox doesn't offer anything else. He keeps heading for the exit.

He's probably going to go shut himself in his room for a bit before appearing in the garage like nothing happened. ]

[vecna]

[Henry won’t push anymore. Ah, if only he had the full extent of his powers back…

But make no mistake. He Will Remember This for later.]