He's become all too used to this kind of thing in too short a time - or maybe it's more that it still doesn't feel real. No matter what imagery appears before him, he finds himself still going forward as if in a dream, approaching some vague endpoint that isn't even clear to him. And every time he thinks he's putting things together, or thinks there's nothing left to frighten him, everything gets turned upside down again. Case in point: he doesn't recognize this place at all, from anything, not his memories, and not Joseph's or Walter's or anyone else's.
Maybe. He doesn't really know anymore.
But, again, he feels numb to the shock, and the strongest emotion in him is a vague relief that nothing's tried to kill him yet until hearing a disembodied voice shocks him out of his dreamlike reverie. Henry realizes he is in a storage room, or something - he's not great with technology, he doesn't know what he's looking at, and he's also not sure where that voice came from in the clutter of the room, or if responding to it is even a good idea. Fortunately, wise decision-making has never been his strong suit, "receiver of wisdom" title be damned. ]
... Hello?
[ a meek, confused voice. now he's talking to empty air... ]
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He's become all too used to this kind of thing in too short a time - or maybe it's more that it still doesn't feel real. No matter what imagery appears before him, he finds himself still going forward as if in a dream, approaching some vague endpoint that isn't even clear to him. And every time he thinks he's putting things together, or thinks there's nothing left to frighten him, everything gets turned upside down again. Case in point: he doesn't recognize this place at all, from anything, not his memories, and not Joseph's or Walter's or anyone else's.
Maybe. He doesn't really know anymore.
But, again, he feels numb to the shock, and the strongest emotion in him is a vague relief that nothing's tried to kill him yet until hearing a disembodied voice shocks him out of his dreamlike reverie. Henry realizes he is in a storage room, or something - he's not great with technology, he doesn't know what he's looking at, and he's also not sure where that voice came from in the clutter of the room, or if responding to it is even a good idea. Fortunately, wise decision-making has never been his strong suit, "receiver of wisdom" title be damned. ]
... Hello?
[ a meek, confused voice. now he's talking to empty air... ]