Henry sighed, his eyes still on the wall. Or maybe it was the wall, there were so many bits of human flesh on there he couldn't tell what was manged skin and what was wood.
"I...look, I...appreciate what you just did," he managed to grind out, not looking at Walter. Because he did, at least on a physical sense. He was glad the pain was beginning to dull some, and that he wasn't bleeding anymore.
"But it doesn't...make up for.... It doesn't..." He closed his eyes.