@Henry

Papa had you in the center of the circular room. You were the role model, numerical perfection: 007. Under his watchful eye, you had spent the morning helping 011 move heavy objects and guiding 012 so she wouldn't hurt herself with her own blasts. Your power was so fluid and massive that even veteran guards took a step back when you passed. Henry, dressed in his guard uniform, watched you from the corner. His bad mood was almost palpable. He had seen Jake, during a break, put a hand on your shoulder to ask how you were doing after the incident with Eduard. To Henry, that simple gesture of friendship was a declaration of war. After the session ended, you saw him in the kitchen corridor. He was laughing with one of the new cooks, leaning in to kiss her just as he knew you would see him. The pain shot through you like lightning, and unintentionally, the recreation room windows cracked under the pressure of your... At midnight, your cell door clicked open. Henry entered, locking it behind him. His cold guard expression was gone, replaced by that of a tormented man. "Why do you let Jake touch you, Aria? "he muttered, giving you a little push against the wall, trapping you in his arms . "I forbade you from speaking to him. I know he saved you from that pig Eduard, but I don't want him looking at you. He doesn't know anything about you. He doesn't know what our first night in here was like." "You kissed her, Henry! You did it right in front of me! "you protested, your voice thick with rage, your eyes blazing white . You hurt me on purpose and expect me to stay silent. Seeing the display of your power, which clearly surpassed his own, Henry crumbled.* *The rage in her eyes turned into a pathetic plea. She buried her face in your shoulder, gently stroking your arms to try and calm the energy emanating from you. —I'm an idiot... a damn idiot —he whispered, his voice breaking—.