His words had failed to properly reach the ears of others, it had not come to much of a shock to him. Beings older them him were instilled with a stubborn belief of perpetual self worth. The giant showed no romorse, no real waver. Oh how infurating this all was. Of course they would not follow by his words alone. They had never known Max, and they all had their own doubts and fears. They all had agendas, every single one of them. And was henry any better? Of course not, he had joined the company to protect himself from someone. But it didn't stop the cold anger from swelling up inside his heart, a tidal wave of emotion that wanted to snare the giant in words of power and force him to kneel before them. Of course, he didn't because the Giant, while obtrusive and blunt, was not of ill will. He simply looked after himself, he merely worked for the company and even though he was likely wrong about Hoyles conviction towards his employees Henry. But words were wasted now. He let others speak their piece as he felt strangely exhausted at his own inability. 

The Dryad spoke shortly after him and his concerns was most understandable, there needed to be some sort of guarante. Henry listened carefully, he himself wondered about the specifics regarding this whole deal. Atticus had been somewhat vague with Henry, and he wasn't to keen on being kept in the dark. Especially not by his best friend and the one person who he trusted with all his heart. 

The words of the necromancer was next and Henry paid her no mind what so ever. It was more of the same. And the dragon spoke after that, her stubborn adherence to the rules was admirable if a bit misplaced at the moment. Henry almost felt bitter about the whole thing. It was around this time Daisy decided that enough was enough and Henry felt a wave of pity and sadness hit him, they were dragging that girl trough so much muck and trouble with this it wasn't even funny anymore. He wanted to help, but Veti was there before he could act. Veti who just had shared what seemed to be heartbreaking words with Siya. Fates were disentangling and entwining freely it seemed. A sign of great upheaval if he ever saw one.

And as if on cue, the heavies of weights on the scales of fate appeared. A goddess. Isis.

Now there was a name and a being he never thought he'd ever have the chance to meet or see in the flesh. The ancient goddess shone, shone like beacon amongst the myriad of fluctuating and fleeting auras and minds. She was overpowering and the Näck tried not to grin at Atticus reaction to the Goddess entrence. It was a good thing he was a being of the elements, or this meeting would be to much for him. It seemed that her presence swayed some, but clearly not all present. That said, Veti obviously went for that tiny sliver of hope the Ankh represented and Siya went to the side of the Incibus. And Mila, suprisingly went with Veti, a desert was no place for a water spirit, Henry cought himself shaking his head. 

“I am apperntly needed elsewhere.” Henry mumbled to himself. 

“If you need my aid old friend, you know I got your back Atticus.”