[Her discomfort is palpable. It's poignant, and even somebody with as much emotional disconnect as Henry can tap into it. She's must have encountered a lot of liars, and the burden of knowing...
He wonders if she'll really like being a Harpy after all.]
Do you think you'd be happier if you didn't know for sure? When people were telling you a lie. Would you be happier if you could believe everything everyone said?
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[Her discomfort is palpable. It's poignant, and even somebody with as much emotional disconnect as Henry can tap into it. She's must have encountered a lot of liars, and the burden of knowing...
He wonders if she'll really like being a Harpy after all.]
Do you think you'd be happier if you didn't know for sure? When people were telling you a lie. Would you be happier if you could believe everything everyone said?