There was a dry sort of laugh that blew out of Henry's nose, a soft huff of acceptance. It wasn't enough, of course. It would've been better if Dean had just let him go back and fix things in the first place. If he died, at least he would've died trying. "It's a selfish sort of second chance, though," he said, looking down at his pen. "No matter what happens here, they still won't know me when I come tumbling out of a hotel room closet in their future. I'm grateful to be alive, Vax'ildan," he said, more using the man's name just to prove he remembered it. "And doing my best to use the skills I have to the benefit of all those stuck here with me regardless of what happens with Sam and Dean."