Shalour City - Yesterday
-Herbert turns to face Duke, tilting his head slightly in a manner that suggests he's not looking forward to seeing where this line of questioning will lead.-
Herbert: ...Well, yeah, I guess you could say that we did. Back when I was too young and stupid to know any better.
Shalour City - Today
-Herbert leans against the wall next to Samantha.-
Herbert: Well, my father is a former Team Galactic commander whose career has included a stint at Cipher. I'm descended from a Ranseian warlord who is most commonly known as "the Butcher of Cragspur". Shall I go on?
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Shalour City - Yesterday
-Herbert gives a dismissive shrug.-
Herbert: Some Tauroscrap about how this world is flawed because we're not all emotionless robots and therefore destroying all of reality is the only logical option. For someone who's convinced of his own genius, he can be really freaking thick at times.
Shalour City - Today
-Herbert gives a sigh and takes a seat next to Samantha.-
Herbert: I'd like to think that I'm not a jerk, though. Or at least, not as much of a jerk as most of my immediate relatives.
Shalour City - Yesterday
-Herbert shrugs again.-
Herbert: No idea. He never talked about his life before joining Galactic.
-He looks back over at Lyuri.-
Herbert: Yeah, they are. My mom walked out on us before my second birthday. Why do you ask?
Shalour City - Today
Herbert: So we can be jerks together, then. Sounds good to me.
-He shivers again, then wraps his own arm around Samantha and pulls her slightly closer.-
Herbert: Sorry. It's cold today, and you're the closest thing I have to a hot water bottle. If I'd known it was going to be like this, I would've worn another sweater.

Shalour
-Samantha sits down next to him-
How so?