[Pessimist? Maybe. Though he prefers being called a realist, one who doesn't bother sugar-coating the true state of their situation.
The weeds continue to gently pop out of the ground, and they move on their own to a little pile off to the side. All the while, he looks at her while she speaks, turning her words over in his mind.]
Grateful, no. But fascinated? Maybe I can bring myself to agree with you there.
[And, despite the kind facade he often puts on, Henry does mean that. Within this prison, there's at least plenty that grasps his attention; the magic of this world, the other Summoned, things he would never have experienced otherwise -- even if not all of them are pleasant. Yes, fascinated is a good descriptor for it, even if he cannot bring himself to truly ever feel like this is a life, or a place, where he can be settled and content.]
It's like something out of a book, isn't it? This place with its magic. And the other Summoned, hailing from other worlds.
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The weeds continue to gently pop out of the ground, and they move on their own to a little pile off to the side. All the while, he looks at her while she speaks, turning her words over in his mind.]
Grateful, no. But fascinated? Maybe I can bring myself to agree with you there.
[And, despite the kind facade he often puts on, Henry does mean that. Within this prison, there's at least plenty that grasps his attention; the magic of this world, the other Summoned, things he would never have experienced otherwise -- even if not all of them are pleasant. Yes, fascinated is a good descriptor for it, even if he cannot bring himself to truly ever feel like this is a life, or a place, where he can be settled and content.]
It's like something out of a book, isn't it? This place with its magic. And the other Summoned, hailing from other worlds.
The wildlife, too. Some of it, anyway.
[He hates the goats!]