[ His eyes fix on his face before veering off to the side. Eye contact is hard on him. He tries not to fidget overtly much as he thinks of the answer to those questions.

He presses his lips together in a thin line before trying to answer. A soft-half noise comes out first before he closes his mouth again. Henry blinks and lets his gaze drift to the side once more. ]

I don't mind you being here. You're right that I do feel uncomfortable talking about the people who died. I didn't know them very well. Yet I was the only one there when they died. [ His eyes drift down to the floor. ] They died scared and they suffered to the last second.

[ And the person there to comfort them was Henry. ] It isn't about me. I don't think -- they should have been given more comfort. Some of them weren't good people, but I don't think that means they should suffer like they did. [ Maybe that's idealistic to think. He ended up saying all of this in the end; he thought about shuffling about and walking back to another room to indicate the conversation was over.

However, Vander did say he would listen to him before; he said that he would listen to the insanity that Henry has been enduring. It feels wrong not to "reward" the feeling of trust that he has in him by telling him some of his thoughts. Although, "reward" doesn't sound right. It isn't quite the right word, but he does want to give him something for his troubles. ]

I just know that what happened wasn't right. It wasn't their time.