[Voice]

[deservinghell]

[For Henry, the past month has been rougher than any other in recent memory. Confessing to the only person in this wretched place he is comfortable calling a friend that she'd been keeping intimate company with a vampire was more emotionally trying than he expected. But that paled in comparison to a week spent living--finding himself with a pulse for the first time in four and a quarter centuries--and then having it taken away again.]

Surely I'm not the only one who'd rather our personal timelines never sorted themselves out.

Comments

[motherofnemesis]

I guess it's too late for wishing anything about it, though. Doesn't matter what we want, just what has to be lived with and all that.

[deservinghell]

Wise words.

What's your name?

[motherofnemesis]

Experience. It's important.

I'm Max. And you're?

[deservinghell]

[Unfortunately, Henry has more of that than he'd like to admit.]

You can call me Henry. I appreciate your indulging me with the chat.

[motherofnemesis]

Good to meet you, Henry.

[ a not really amused laugh ] Yeah, same. Appreciated.