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Sometimes Henry wondered what he would have accomplished by now, had he succeeded in killing his family and escaping. The years spent at the Hawkins Laboratory — of being tortured by a too human monster — were such a waste of his potential.
All he had wanted was to erase the diseased beings surrounding him and be left in peaceful solitude. Now he stands above the sleeping girl who had freed him, and wonders if his time had truly been wasted. She sleeps curled into a ball — hands clenched over her heart — and snores softly through the night, oblivious to his ruminations.