"What do you think they should have been?"
Henry's retort left Gwen feeling stifled.
Although Mutants were publicly known in this world, Vampires and Werewolves were still creatures that appeared only in bedtime stories. Anyone seeing them in person for the first time would have reacted with confusion.
Especially since the classmate Gwen remembered had once spent time with them under the blazing sun, only to now be taken out in one shot by a weapon made specifically to kill Vampires. "Henry, did you really kill them?"
The girl, who had never seen the other side of a Kryptonian, asked timidly. Henry, however, did not feel the slightest burden. "You don't think we could have walked out of there safely today if I hadn't acted, do you?"
"That's not what I mean, I just..." The inarticulate girl did not know how to explain her thoughts.
"Don't overthink it. They were monsters, not people. They killed people and ate people too. There was nothing wrong with getting rid of monsters like that. I was just short of having George issue me an honorary certificate."
The girl whose worldview was being reshaped fell silent. But the little girl beside her, who loved picking at things, thought of another question. "Henry, how did you know we were in danger?"
The girls' gazes shifted from curiosity to something dangerous, even carrying a hint of disdain. It was as though they were examining some creepy stalker.
Skye, who had only recently arrived at the Hepburn Family, had run away from home countless times, and Henry had brought her back every single time. The tracker she could never get rid of was a thorn she could not pull from her heart.
So, bringing it up again, she partly intended to use the other two girls' presence