[And there is that sense of unease settling in Henry's stomach. What was this kid planning anyway? Surely not to make everyone lifeless beings here, right? If so, that was a bad idea on Mithos's part for telling him what he did back home. Because Henry could go tell just about anyone and they would more than likely believe him.

As for right now though, Henry would keep trying to get Mithos to talk, to try and help this boy somehow.]

Because, I want to help you not feel like this anymore. I want to help the guy I became friends with that day when he found out what a hamburger was. I'm sure that part of you is still in there somewhere, Mithos. You just need help letting him out again.