Henry nods along knowingly, as though he's heard this all before.

"Yeah, uh-huh." If there's anything Soren's reply has suggested to him, it's that this boy before him practices something other than dark magic. He has a sense for it, but it feels all wrong somehow; Henry attributes it to the way his powers have been modified by this dream's influence. "What DO you do during a good fight, then? Kill people, and move along? You're doing the same thing as me, when you cut through the meat of the matter. May as well make it enjoyable, I say! I'd be pretty happy to hear that somebody had a good time cleaving me in two grisly halves, if I had to go out that way."

He shrugs.