Harry finds himself staring down at Hank as the man sort of... concertinas into the bushes. For a moment he even wonders if it's an incredibly shitty attempt to hide, but— EMPATHY — It's disappointment. Exhaustion. Sometimes you need a win, and this wasn't it.
His knees creak uncomfortably as he squats down next to the other man. He keeps his eyes rooted to him for all but the brief moment he casts a glance to the floor. To where the mountain of dead just... sit, forgotten. Beyond rotting, even. It's grim, but it's not like it fills him with anything more than a slightly disconnected foreboding, really. After all, Revachol sat over a mountain of corpses, too.
"The one from the recording?" He lifts and drops a shoulder in a loose approximation of a shrug. "Maybe." And that's all he can say on that, without understanding more, really. What's one more to the mass, right?
He's busy digging into the uniform, retrieving his cigarettes from his pockets when he adds, "But what's that mean for us?" It's a broad, decidedly naive sounding question, he knows, but it's one he needs answering. He holds the packet out the Hank, gesturing like he's offering him one. "And what's next?"
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EMPATHY — It's disappointment. Exhaustion. Sometimes you need a win, and this wasn't it.
His knees creak uncomfortably as he squats down next to the other man. He keeps his eyes rooted to him for all but the brief moment he casts a glance to the floor. To where the mountain of dead just... sit, forgotten. Beyond rotting, even. It's grim, but it's not like it fills him with anything more than a slightly disconnected foreboding, really. After all, Revachol sat over a mountain of corpses, too.
"The one from the recording?" He lifts and drops a shoulder in a loose approximation of a shrug. "Maybe." And that's all he can say on that, without understanding more, really. What's one more to the mass, right?
He's busy digging into the uniform, retrieving his cigarettes from his pockets when he adds, "But what's that mean for us?" It's a broad, decidedly naive sounding question, he knows, but it's one he needs answering. He holds the packet out the Hank, gesturing like he's offering him one. "And what's next?"