Call Henry's Poke"gear!

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_{[Henry just watches this, unjudging. It's a Tuesday.]}

I'm fine. Thank you. I just wanted a break from the Pokemon. They think I'm part of the couch now.

_{[And then Envy asks a question. Henry had planned on going back to looking at his photo and feeling weird but suddenly something like a rush hits him.]}

It's a photo of my neighbor back home, I worry about her ever day.

_{[He snaps his jaws shut and his face says it all: Uh Oh.]}

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy's about to take Henry's word for it--he has been getting around pretty well on those crutches, after all--and just go to the kitchen to get some lunch or something, but then...]

[He can't help it. He's curious, and the thought pops into his head immediately.]

What? Why? Did something happen to her?

[SORRY HENRY this is happening now, neither of them can stop it.]

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_{[Henry looks up at Envy the way a kid looks at a teacher when they've been called on to recite everything that's been said that lesson as proof that they have not, in fact, been asleep.]}

Everything happened to her.

[exeggutorhead]

[Oh. Ooooh no, he probably shouldn't keep asking--]

Was it to do with the wheelchairs and that serial killer?

[HE GIVES HENRY THE MOST APOLOGETIC LOOK HE CAN.]

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_{[Henry just kept looking at Envy and getting sadder and sadder and though he can't stop talking, his voice gets smaller.]}

Yes. She was part of the ritual. He was obsessed with her. He wanted her to be his new mother...somehow along side my apartment who he also thought was his mother. It's all hard for me to understand but with all the weird openings and flesh that I had to navigate, I don't think I want to.

She's still there. She went...somewhere before I jumped down that hole. She was acting strangely. I think she felt sorry for Walter, even after everything he'd done. She's that kind of person.

[exeggutorhead]

[Slowly, Envy walks over to stand by that swivel chair instead of standing halfway across the room. He didn't mean to set off this upsetting conversation, but he DID and now he can't just run off and leave his upset friend to deal with it.]

Your world doesn't make any sense--I mean, damn it, why can't I stop talking?

Hey, don't--I mean, time stops when we come here, right? She wouldn't be...in more trouble with you here. Right?

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It used to. But then a bunch of people had to go and mess with the devil.

_{[He rubs his thumb alongside the photo. It's so weird that it's a Polaroid. It looks like something he might have taken. In the photo, Elieen isn't injured. No blood. No cast. No bandaged eye. She's smiling in that patient way.]}

No, but...if I go back, I have a job to do. And I don't think I can do it.

[exeggutorhead]

What's the job?

[He bites his tongue, and says more quietly as he looks down at the photo.]

You don't need to tell me if you don't want. What's her name?

[no_ufo_ending]

I have to kill a serial killer's ghost before he can summon Satan. And if that fails, kill Satan myself, I guess.

_{[He sinks further down in his seat.]}

Eileen.

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy lets out a long 'ffffff' sounding breath. That was a hell of a thing. But...]

I think you can do it.

[He's not saying it just because he's trying to reassure his friend with empty words. He really means it, it's what came into his head and then out of his mouth. He decides to keep going.]

I mean, I've seen you when you want to fight something. And that's never even been anything big.

And this Eileen girl...you care about her. People--they fight better for the ones they care about. I've seen it a million times.

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[Henry grows very still before looking up at his friend with wide eyes. For a long moment he just stares before his expression softens into something just this side of bashful.]

[It felt nice to know that Envy was probably suffering the same affliction as him. And thus telling the truth. He always feels like the one who's had the least adventures even though he has LEGIT TRAVERSED MULTIPLE HELLWORLDS. It's a strange feeling.]</sub>

I hope you're right...she doesn't deserve to be there. She should be here. I'm the Receiver of Wisdom. I'm the last part of the ritual.