Hershel sighed "I'm sorry.. I just-" he stopped and dropped his head. "Fine. I won't anymore, but I swear to god. If she does anything to either of us.." he trailed off and blocked everyone out for a minute. Going into a deep mind 'meditation'.
Hershel and his suit sat in a room, empty. He assumed the suit was Loki, "So how do we feel about Luna still?" Hershel asked.
Loki replied "I think she should die honestly, but Naieves is in our way still.."
Hershel smirked "Yeah, but I still love 'er. Can't really do shit about her, when she puts her foot down." he whistled, "There's no changing her mind."
Loki said "Maybe we could make it look like she attacked first.."
Hershel disagreed with him.