[Henry would be absurdly glad to shed light on the forbidden knowledge he's collected over the year, in a theoretical sense, but even to him that price is an abstract. Maybe someday, he'll learn what that is.

It's an interesting thing, to be told he's better off for his ability to kill. Henry hums an ascending note, faint and soft.]

Yeah... That's pretty insightful of you. I guess so. [He spares a few pauses to thinking about it, how the hardest stuff is the best... Then he sighs.] But sometimes, stuff's hard just because. No reason. Or, hey, maybe the cost for NOT doing things the hard way is your life, or something like that! We're all a bunch of animals anyway, so we do what we can to survive. That must be why everyone wants Drummond dead: it's to ensure their safety.

[Henry's not sure if the hardship of his own life was because there was any good to it, and he wouldn't call anything he's done virtuous at all. But after being with the Ylissean army, watching Robin make such a tough decision for the sake of the world... He can understand it a bit better, perhaps.]

But don't be so down on yourself. I'm ONLY any good at killing and war. I bet you're good at something, too.