Amadeus was right. Henry would go to him, or at the very least whoever was in charge of their area. He'd find Rhys no matter where he went, if he knew he was alive. Maybe, at that point, he could ask him a lot of the questions that had bubbled up on his lips only to be kept back. He'd been holding on so tightly to the things that didn't matter as much as he thought they did, hadn't he?
"It is." Responding to what Ariel said, he brought his hands together as he leaned over them, pressing his fingertips together, watching the digits bend as he applied pressure then let go. It was only recently that he'd started to live, wasn't it? It had been a shit start, maybe a shit middle and end, but it was his choice on if he could change that or not.
His head was starting to hurt.
"I'd like to stay here, if possible... but if I can't? I-I can't. I accept that..." He didn't want to. He wanted to stay home. But if he wasn't safe here, was it his home?