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Henry just sighed and looked down. It was clear Henry disagreed with her but wasn't about to talk about it.

"no," Henry frowned.

"would you want to live in the house of a sycotic murderer?" Henry demanded, "he killed my mother and her servants!"

He wrenched himself out of her grip, "so what if I am? I wish I wasn't!"

Henry realized what she was probably figuring out and got up, running off.

He shrugged. He wished he was. Was that wrong? His dad was a murderer so he supposed it could be forgiven. He wasn't sure who's forgiveness he wanted though... His dad's?

He muttered something like, “Just a flesh wound.” And sat down, sighing. Henry looked down at the roof sadly.

He saw her and nodded silently, wondering why she was looking so scared. Was she scared of him? Ouch. Henry figured that she was probably running away from someone else.

“Ah… ok…” Henry mumbled getting up. He walked forward to the sound of her voice.

Henry crept closer, holding his breath subconsciously. Then he tripped and fell over with a yelp. Again.

Henry heard the noise and got up quietly, looking almost like a dog that had sented a rabbit. He narrowed his eyes and crept along the roof, keeping low and for good measure made sure he could trace his finger along the ground.

Henry looked around and climbed across the tree, it was just long enough so he could bend it down and reach the roof on the other side of the road. But the branched snapped and he gasped, trying to not fall out into the street by waving his arms around like a weird spider. Henry finally got...

Henry muttered in a soft, educated voice, "bugger..." And leapt off, grabbing the reins of the horse and pulling them to stop the horse from crashing into a another carriage. Before they could scold him again he ran off, skidding into and alley and quickly climbing up a pile of old boxes up onto...

Henry jumped onto the back of a cart and hung on. Free ride I guess.

Henry was already out there, covered in new cuts. Luckily, he was wearing his normal outfit so it worse.

Henry yelped and panicked slightly. He chose the less graceful method of jumping though a window (which he regretted doing).

He kept his hands in his pockets sheepishly and scooted over to a plate of food. Henry looked around and waited for people to be busy with their own thing before grabbing it and running out out of the room without looking back. Unless they wanted food that was a little bloody they wouldn't want...

Henry covered his ears to block out the sound and stood up, shifting along the alley. He went into the pub and shoved through the crowd to the back room. He slipped inside before anyone could notice and shut the oak door quickly behind him.

Herlnry could hear it all and stayed stone still.

Henry coughed and wrapped one of his hands with the handkerchief to try and stop the bleeding, then leaning against the alley wal, sighing.