[The dreams he has are disjointed, old memories mixed with the newer ones in a confusing mess. It's a strange, mournful feeling, not quite a nightmare, but as if pieces he needs are just out of reach.
England... his mother... the Cade family... Jack... Christopher... the Lancastrians... the Yorkists... Eleanor and Harriet... Rosenkreuz... Ryou...
Fragments of a puzzle that makes a picture he doesn't know, that fit together in a way that he doesn't understand. And yet... even mournful, it isn't unpleasant... those on the pictures are many of whom he cares for, so it just takes careful time...]
Mn...
[Henry is mostly stirred by the rather fierce growling of his stomach. Ah... that's right... he hasn't eaten anything at all since before Ra showed up...
How long has that been now? How long was he out? He shifts a little, the hold reminding him of where he is and electing a smile.]
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England... his mother... the Cade family... Jack... Christopher... the Lancastrians... the Yorkists... Eleanor and Harriet... Rosenkreuz... Ryou...
Fragments of a puzzle that makes a picture he doesn't know, that fit together in a way that he doesn't understand. And yet... even mournful, it isn't unpleasant... those on the pictures are many of whom he cares for, so it just takes careful time...]
Mn...
[Henry is mostly stirred by the rather fierce growling of his stomach. Ah... that's right... he hasn't eaten anything at all since before Ra showed up...
How long has that been now? How long was he out? He shifts a little, the hold reminding him of where he is and electing a smile.]
Good morning, Jack... or is it even morning...?