He only knew what to do because he had tried himself. He had tried and failed and learned. Henry kept chopping, moving from onion to mushroom to bell peppers. “I don’t feel like- I don’t feel like I saved her,” Henry admitted quietly. “I feel gross. Gross and horrified. Like. I didn’t save her, I was forced to act.” Henry didn’t even really know if that was what he meant, his thoughts were so mixed up.