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"You have any scars, Robin?" Henry asked nonchalantly to his friend.
Said tactician merely shrugged, "I have a few, but I don't remember getting most of them. But ever since Chrom found me, I've only received a few small ones. Paper cuts and the like." Robin closed turned to the mage and looked at him quizically with a raised brow, "Why do you ask?"
Henry was silent for a brief moment before replying, "Nya ha, because the more scars you have, the more blood you've lost. But I guess you wouldn't know how much bleeding you've done in the past, being amnesic and all."
"You know Henry..."
"Yeah?"
"I've been learning some things from Stahl about how to read faces and what are on people's mind. I can tell something's troubling you." The tactician said with concern, "You can tell me."
Henry laughed, "There's not much to tell. I enjoy knowing how much people bleed. Well... except for a few people."
"Like who?"
"Hmm...Let's see..." Henry looked to the sky for a moment in thought, then snapped his fingers and turned back to Robin with a smile. "I wouldn't wanna see Ricken, Kellam, Tharja, Libra, Marribelle, Chrom, Minerva, Cherche, Lissa, Fredri-"
"So everyone from the Shepard's?"
"Huh?" The mage looked confused for a second before grinning widely again. "Yeah! When you put it that way, I don't like seeing any of you bleed!"
Robin smiled softly, "I'm glad to hear that, I wouldn't want to see you bleed either."
Henry cocked his head sideways,"Really? But I love bleeding! Sometimes when the wound gets big enough, the blood just squirts out like a fountain! Mmmmm..."
The tactician chuckled, "Well, just be sure that you don't get severely wounded. We don't need to take risks."
"I already have that covered! I put a curse on myself that ensures that I'll die immediately if it gets fatal. I don't like ouchies."
"What?!"
"Mmmhmm." He nodded happily.
"I-I... uh thats... Henry, I don't know what to say to that." Robin stuttered for words.
"Nya ha ha, then don't say anything! Words can be in the way sometimes."
"Henry, please. I can accept you interest in blood, but I don't know if I could handle it if we lost you."
"Oh, don't worry about that! I've been teaching Tharja and Ricken loads of stuff! They would be able to fill in for me! Nya ha, they're so silly. Did you know Tharja put a truth curse on me a while ago that would explode my brains if I lied?" Henry emphasized it with his hands to his head then acted as though it would explode.
"Henry?"
"Don't worry, it fizzled out a few days ago."
"Henry!"
"Yeah, Robin?
Robin took a deep breath before continuing, "D- did we know each other from before? Before I lost my memory?"
Henry laughed, "Of course silly, why else do you think i joined you guys? A little birdy told me you were at the Grimleal castle. Well, to be more precise, a little crow did." he laughed.
"Well, I recall you wanting to join our CAWs." the tactician smirked.
"That too! But two ones still make two."
"Huh?"
"One-I wanted to join your cause because, well, you guys would've lost without my help!" Robin's vein twitched at this remark, "And the other one-I thought I recognized you and wanted to get a closer look without getting killed."
"Can you tell me about what I was like?"
"From when we were in school? Sure! I have some free time tomorrow, but right now I'm in charge of preparing dinner. Gregor said he has some sort of secret recipe to show me!" Henry walked out of the forest and away from Robin, who was now overflowing with questions.
Yeah, I think I did alright with Henry's personality. Considering. I dunno, someone want to help me out with Henry'r personality a little here? I love the guy but he's so unique. And Robin, not sure if I should go with male or female on this one. Help?
And I am astounded that there is a huge lack of Henry fics! What's up with that?!
And reviews are my motivation to continue. Let me know what you think and if it's worth continuing or not.