Yep. Well, a few times. Hasn't everybody had to crunch down on a snappy eyeball?
[A pause. Henry snaps his finger and gives Asahi a slow nod.]
Ohhh, wait! Nya ha, maybe not. Now that I think about it, it was kind of a ritual thing us Grimleal did in the name of the fell dragon Grima, god of annihilation. Eat some eyeballs, gain prophetic sight, fib your way through visions of total ruin... [While Henry speaks, he motions to the tall collar of the cape he has slung over his shoulders in reference to the six golden eyes decorating them.] That kind of superstitious nonsense. If you ask me, you don't become a better prophet by eating some eyeballs, or gouging them out, or whatever they believed. You get better by taking those peepers, shutting 'em tight, and practicing divination until you can do it hanging upside down with all the blood rushing to your skull!
[He gives her a serene smile, like everything should make sense.]
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[A pause. Henry snaps his finger and gives Asahi a slow nod.]
Ohhh, wait! Nya ha, maybe not. Now that I think about it, it was kind of a ritual thing us Grimleal did in the name of the fell dragon Grima, god of annihilation. Eat some eyeballs, gain prophetic sight, fib your way through visions of total ruin... [While Henry speaks, he motions to the tall collar of the cape he has slung over his shoulders in reference to the six golden eyes decorating them.] That kind of superstitious nonsense. If you ask me, you don't become a better prophet by eating some eyeballs, or gouging them out, or whatever they believed. You get better by taking those peepers, shutting 'em tight, and practicing divination until you can do it hanging upside down with all the blood rushing to your skull!
[He gives her a serene smile, like everything should make sense.]