“Most people are polite and do not speak of what you all have done to me. But I have picked up on some things.” In the filters he was able to see for a short while before he assumed he was locked out of conversations. And simply from the fear he sensed from some of the others when talking to his family. Henrik didn’t always like it but he wanted to understand it.
He knew his siblings had lived a long time and he knew they had been on the run from their father. Mikael hadn’t been a kind man as a human, there was little doubt in Henrik’s mind that he was probably even crueler as a vampire. He could only imagine what it must have been like to run from him for so long.
“I do not think you’re like him, Nik. But yes, I would like to go for ice cream. I am very tired of dancing. And wearing this tux.” He really hated the thing.