Henry nodded slowly as he listened intently to Mickey's speech, his keyblade at rest at his side. He'd have to learn that trick for making it vanish soon, if only to keep from looking like an idiot. One of the kids beat him to his question, and he listened again to Mickey's response as he told them the whole story. Not that he'd back off either way, but he appreciated the honesty.

It wouldn't be the first time he'd done dangerous work, nor would it be the first time he' done it for the greater good. If those suckers were as dangerous as they said, he was all on board. Then the redheaded kid spoke up, and the big man shook his head.

"Kid, this is serious. Seen a whole Lotta cocky folk like you back home. Think they're the badesst son'bitch God put on on Earth. They get messed up bad or they get dead. Rather I didn't see another corpse if I don't gotta." His deep baritone was intimidating enough, even when he wasn't trying. And right Noe he figured a point needed to get made. He turned back to Mickey.

"No questions from me right now, sir. Sounds like some right needs doin', ain't never backed off from doin' that right before."