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[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.]