[Henry scoffs derisively at Maketh's first comment -- though it is directed at himself rather than her. He cannot abide self-delusion. His lack of trust is a flaw of his, and one that should be fixed. It is a slow struggle.]
He was, without question. That was clear from our first meeting.
[Henry lifts his gaze and looks back to Maketh, shaking off some of his melancholy. She is right, of course.]
'Tis hardly his end.
[Just the end for them. But that, ultimately, is bearable, because he knows that Dorian is alive and has a future.]
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He was, without question. That was clear from our first meeting.
[Henry lifts his gaze and looks back to Maketh, shaking off some of his melancholy. She is right, of course.]
'Tis hardly his end.
[Just the end for them. But that, ultimately, is bearable, because he knows that Dorian is alive and has a future.]
Godspeed to him.