[As the bird flutters away, Henry wilts and covers his face with his huge claw hands.]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm under a lot of stre--
[IT GOT IN HIS MOUTH. Henry starts coughing and waves his hand as well on instinct but then freezes. No. No, this is what he wanted! Come back freedom spores! Come back! He loves you! The winter strangled horror protagonist takes a few unsteady steps before falling face-forward into some brush thanks to his toes taking root.]
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I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm under a lot of stre--
[IT GOT IN HIS MOUTH. Henry starts coughing and waves his hand as well on instinct but then freezes. No. No, this is what he wanted! Come back freedom spores! Come back! He loves you! The winter strangled horror protagonist takes a few unsteady steps before falling face-forward into some brush thanks to his toes taking root.]
This is fine.