"Nothing is beyond my understanding," he returns, faint, aware of the ridiculous overarching hubris of it, only half serious, but- that half is damn serious.

If there was ever a ladder to God, if the one in Henry's world wasn't beyond mortal ken by virtue of being gone, Henry Jekyll would climb it just to ask what was the point of the ability to think in the first place if it was just going to be fragmented and destroyed, what kind of cruelty was that, who could conceive of such a thing?

He'd have to wait in line, of course, but he could be patient. "It seems to have worked for you on some levels, though; I would say you look remarkably healthy for a corpse."

So they're going to be witty, it appears.