While Soren shares his perception with him, Henry's posture loosens; he tips his head to the side, taking a half-step in Soren's direction with the same easy smile he always wears, impenetrable. Is he in pain? Does he need something? What did he do to himself, he wonders? Henry doesn't think it's because he tried to wake himself up like he did: he doesn't see any wounds on his arms or hands. So what could the reason be?
His concern causes his response to delay, just like his processing of Soren's hypothetical warning. Anyone who understands that should never trust you as a comrade, is it? Henry's smile broadens.
"You're sharp! And a sharp guy like you's got a point. I thought the same thing, back when I first allied with Ylisse," he starts, planting both feet solidly on the ground instead of poised in hesitant approach. He doesn't know if his concern would be welcomed, and he's not about to find out just yet. "So I cut them a deal. I said I'd join them, and if they didn't trust me... They could cut me down on the spot! I seriously welcomed it, with open arms and everything. But I'm still alive, sooo you know how that ended."
Henry shrugs.
"You've got my traitorous habits all wrong, though. I've only REALLY betrayed my home country twice. Maaaybe four times, if you count civilian-level offenses? But that second time..." Henry jabs a thumb at his memory. He supposes he would count this one, as well as his unity with the Shepherds two years later, as one singular event: he never reunited with Plegia after this. "That was it for me. Plegia would chop me into bloody bits and feed me to Grima, if I tried crawling back to them!" Henry laughs. "Being made into sacrificial meat chunks for the Fell Dragon wouldn't be such a bad way to go out, but, eh. I'm not crazy religious, so it wasn't my ideal death."
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His concern causes his response to delay, just like his processing of Soren's hypothetical warning. Anyone who understands that should never trust you as a comrade, is it? Henry's smile broadens.
"You're sharp! And a sharp guy like you's got a point. I thought the same thing, back when I first allied with Ylisse," he starts, planting both feet solidly on the ground instead of poised in hesitant approach. He doesn't know if his concern would be welcomed, and he's not about to find out just yet. "So I cut them a deal. I said I'd join them, and if they didn't trust me... They could cut me down on the spot! I seriously welcomed it, with open arms and everything. But I'm still alive, sooo you know how that ended."
Henry shrugs.
"You've got my traitorous habits all wrong, though. I've only REALLY betrayed my home country twice. Maaaybe four times, if you count civilian-level offenses? But that second time..." Henry jabs a thumb at his memory. He supposes he would count this one, as well as his unity with the Shepherds two years later, as one singular event: he never reunited with Plegia after this. "That was it for me. Plegia would chop me into bloody bits and feed me to Grima, if I tried crawling back to them!" Henry laughs. "Being made into sacrificial meat chunks for the Fell Dragon wouldn't be such a bad way to go out, but, eh. I'm not crazy religious, so it wasn't my ideal death."