[Henry looks up at the touch, and when Jack silently asks the question, his only reply is to drop the mask for a moment.
Exhaustion, pain, sorrow, all weigh on him heavily. It's only because Jack's original death took all his tears that he doesn't shed any now, even if only in sympathy, but this is a weight that he knew was his to bear from childhood, and one he will not shirk, no matter how crushing it may be to him.
All he can do... is ask for someone to help him bear it for a short time.
While the wood is set up, Henry begins murmuring the rites in their original form, starting the long prayer as he and Jack ensure everything is properly arranged. The fire is lit, the tinder ensuring it's fed long enough for what's left of Rosenkreuz's body to be consumed in it. And as the last bit disappears, as the pyre burns down to the grass, Henry's voice, pained but strong, echos the last sentence.]
For thou art the repose of our souls and of our bodies, and unto thee do we ascribe glory, to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, now, and ever, and unto ages of ages. Amen.
[He feels exhausted. His legs just want to give out and he just wants to let everything go and slip into oblivion for a short while, and the slight sway he has even while finishing the prayer shows it quite clearly.]
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Exhaustion, pain, sorrow, all weigh on him heavily. It's only because Jack's original death took all his tears that he doesn't shed any now, even if only in sympathy, but this is a weight that he knew was his to bear from childhood, and one he will not shirk, no matter how crushing it may be to him.
All he can do... is ask for someone to help him bear it for a short time.
While the wood is set up, Henry begins murmuring the rites in their original form, starting the long prayer as he and Jack ensure everything is properly arranged. The fire is lit, the tinder ensuring it's fed long enough for what's left of Rosenkreuz's body to be consumed in it. And as the last bit disappears, as the pyre burns down to the grass, Henry's voice, pained but strong, echos the last sentence.]
For thou art the repose of our souls and of our bodies, and unto thee do we ascribe glory, to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, now, and ever, and unto ages of ages. Amen.
[He feels exhausted. His legs just want to give out and he just wants to let everything go and slip into oblivion for a short while, and the slight sway he has even while finishing the prayer shows it quite clearly.]