"It's okay Ryan, wasn't your fault either. And you know I don't mind dying." He tugs harder at his arm, possibly disrupting banana distribution. "Glad it didn't happen to you, I guess it sort of stung a little."

Just a little. But the reminder of that being a consequence of powers makes Henry pause, glancing up to Ryan's face.

"...But didn't you get your powers back too? Your eyes were different- were there ghosts stalking us everywhere? I sure did kill a lot of people."