"Huh? H-Hey!" calls Henry, reaching out a hand and giving in to a halfhearted jog after the wind sage. The denial isn't lost on him, nor is the realization that this scene strikes Soren as far less than pleasant, contrary to Henry's expectations.
"...He's gone."
But such an extreme reaction... It was enough to permit Soren to turn heel and run, spared from the alluring temptation to keep walking forward. Henry wonders if it's best to let him go: after all, flagging him down might only serve to subject him further to his torment. He slows, realizing that he, too, has been freed from the odd enchantment beckoning him through the forest path.
"...What a prickly guy," comments Henry, sighing to himself. "And for a prickly guy to get pricked by his own memories... I think I got to see something he's not too keen on sharing." With no malice, Henry's smile broadens and his tune remains chipper: "I'll definitely have to ask him about it later!"
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"...He's gone."
But such an extreme reaction... It was enough to permit Soren to turn heel and run, spared from the alluring temptation to keep walking forward. Henry wonders if it's best to let him go: after all, flagging him down might only serve to subject him further to his torment. He slows, realizing that he, too, has been freed from the odd enchantment beckoning him through the forest path.
"...What a prickly guy," comments Henry, sighing to himself. "And for a prickly guy to get pricked by his own memories... I think I got to see something he's not too keen on sharing." With no malice, Henry's smile broadens and his tune remains chipper: "I'll definitely have to ask him about it later!"