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_{[He turns to look at Heather curiously. She seems to know quite a bit about ghosts--and while he knows she went through hell like he did, he didn't expect her to study the place.]}

Why does it happen?

Why?

_{[... Hmn.]

[How to explain it without... derailing Henry's narrative entirely. Because while if she was going to spill those personal details to ANYBODY, it was her big-brother-in-arms, this... wasn't the time.]}

Well... I mean, trauma, for one. It's not easy or pleasant.

But-- okay, for example, some of the... shady occult stuff the Order does-- or did-- it involves the human soul. But for it to work, the whole soul has to be there. You can't do stuff like summon God with like, half a soul. Won't work.

So I mean... at least in the case I know, the soul was... split. To stall them. To make it impossible for them to finish the ritual until the soul had been put back together.

I doubt that's what happened to Walter since it sounds like he was a willing participant, but, I mean, it's an example.

Edited 2016-12-19 11:33 (UTC)

That would explain...why he captured his younger self. If he needed to be whole.

_{[As much as Henry read about the ritual, he felt he still didn't fully grasp how it worked. It was weird to think that something like his heart or his soul could be a part of that.]}

It was such a long day, Heather...

_{[Captured his younger self? GOD, what a weird thought.]

[Her memories of being two separate people at the same time are jumbled and confusing, and mostly scrambled by time and repression. It's all a big, confusing blur-- especially in Silent Hill. When Alessa and Cheryl had come back together. But they'd also been two children... not a grown man and a little boy.]}

... Yeah.

I feel you.

_{[Henry's stomach gave a forlorn growl. He'd spent so much energy trying to kill a man and screaming in jail and vibrating violently and now he was starving.]}

But...you understand why I have to kill him now. Right? I'm not...I'm not crazy. I know what happened to him was terrible, but I can't forgive him. He killed two kids...

_{[Heather takes in a long breath before she answers.]

[Because... well, yeah. She understands.]

[But there are also... a lot of reasons why what Henry's proposing won't do anything. Not here. Hell, here it could just make things worse.]

[Claudia had deserved death for what she'd done too, after all.]

[But Heather had learned the hard way that it just wasn't that simple.]}

... Henry, you know nobody stays dead here.

That's like, one of the first things that everybody found out in this place when someone tried to kill another person.

You black out and get warped to the nearest Center. That's all that happens.

I know!

_{[It comes out as a snap--too fast for Henry to reign in. He instantly looks guilty and averts his eyes.]}

I know but...it's what I'm supposed to do. The man in the ceiling, he told me that I have to kill him. Over and over. He said it like ten times. Eileen was there.

I was supposed to do stuff back home, too.

But it's different here.

Back there, killing Walter would probably... you know, end it.

But here he'd just come back and YOU'D wind up arrested. Potentially over and over if you just kept doing it. And it wouldn't change the fact that he's here.

_{[Henry's breathing quickens. He can't do his job. He can't do his job he's been psyching himself up for for the past six years.]}

How many times has any one person died here? How do we know we don't have a set number of lives? I just can't--I can't just sit and do nothing. I've been doing nothing for ages. I want to keep you all safe. He--his influence-- it seeped into my apartment--the clock, the television, my fridge. There was a dead cat in my fridge. All the running water turned to blood. I can't let that happen.

I-- I don't know.

_{[She can't say anything solid, because truth be told, she's only ever heard of someone actually dying here once. She doesn't even remember who it was-- just who killed them, and the result.]}

But look, you don't have to do nothing.

I'm just saying... unless he's like, actively trying to hurt us, killing him here probably isn't the answer.

_{[Clenching and unclenching his hands is the only thing Henry can do to keep himself from standing, pacing, shouting. He sits and sits and sits and looks like he wants to cry. His usual deadpan blank frown is strained and his teeth gnaw at his lower lip.]}

Then what is? What do I do? I've never felt...this.

I have.

You remember what happened.

_{[She'd been chosen for a role, too. By someone who she knew she'd have to kill to make things right. By someone who came to Johto, as lost and confused as anyone else.]}

_{[It would be hard to forget.]

[Henry finally ran out of steam, slumped further down, and pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes. He'd always been a quiet crier. He was so tired. After a few gasps he spoke up.]}

I do...

_{[This was going to take time.]}

_{[Fortunately, if there was one thing they did have in Johto, it was time. And even the ever-looming threat of someone disappearing wasn't particularly an issue; if Walter disappeared as quickly as he came, problem solved!]

[Leaning over, Heather took the liberty of giving Henry's shoulder a firm but gentle squeeze.]}

We won't let anything happen to you.

We're a family-- we'll get through it together.

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