Henry was still working on breathing, and he registered that Iestyn was talking to him, but he didn't want to talk back. He curled up into a ball, his arms going up over his head, and he started to cry. In all his life, he had never experienced anything as awful as the last several minutes, and he couldn't talk yet. He couldn't move.
Lucifer re-entered the basement, and he headed to Iestyn's cell, pushing a plate full of what was essentially just enough food to make a difference if he didn't share it. Which was, of course, why Lucifer had done it. For Henry, he gave nothing, and he headed away again. He had a feeling Iestyn would share, at least at first. But as time went on, he might feel differently. It was a slow game, but that was the kind of shit Lucifer lived for.