He's an atheist.

The scene spoke of an unimaginable tragedy, a nightmare scenario to challenge the very core of man. It was a liberal and unwarranted distribution of pain, the very occurance of which drained all hope from makind. This was an event never to be righted, justified, or forgotten.

Henry stood there, aghast, as the horrific stimuli penetrated his reality. Over measureless time heavy tumblers locked into place, casting the foul puzzle together. Dark pictures formed whispered words, and though they were all ones that he'd used before, he had never before known their meaning.

Henry pleaded, as he had so many times, in a word -- "Why??" -- but there was never to be understanding. His desperate rage found no home.

His soul wrenched a vicious turn, casting pain up his throat and driving against the muscles in his neck. Unrestrainable, he shouted, his fist jabbing the smokey sky.

"RAAAANDOOOOM!!!"