"You know he plays with words himself." The vision was already trying to pull Henry away with his words. "Who says he doesn't have his own best interests in mind rather than yours?"

Henry didn't know what to do. The Darkness was making sense but at the same time, so was his grandfather. He sunk to his knees, his hands clutching his head again because it all felt like the biggest headache ever. "Can you make it go away?" He asked, muffled from his hands. "Please. Just make it go away."