[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a0522d]Gilbert Summers[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/7ce4ca94-0d5e-43f5-8071-e86d5da5d2c1.png[/img][hr][b][color=sienna]Location:[/color][/b] PE Fade Between
[b][color=a0522d]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	Gilbert gave the most quizzical of looks to his fellow not-really-dead-but-not-truly-mortal companions. He understood that swift and complete changes in environment coupled with a total lack of applicable knowledge could have devastating effects on the human psyche, even to the point of speaking with the same level of randomness that one might attribute to a lack of fitful sleep. Perhaps that was why, despite the seriousness of their situation, he looked at Evelina's latest crop of Paradoxes with an eyebrow so raised that it looked like it was trying to escape his face and make a break for the afterlife. Not so much from Bartholomew's question, as it was valid if a little vague, but in Sophia's attempt at explanation. [i]Especially considering that he was standing right there.[/i] 

	Raising his hand to his noble head, Gilbert tried to manually and forcibly lower the intensity of the eyebrow from [i]Kill[/i] to [i]Stun[/i]. He was only marginally successful. He kept his voice level and even nonetheless. [color=a0522d]"When I was born, I was swaddled in rough wool and laid upon a bassinet of ox hide, a common baby of a common family in Sumer. [i]The Hat[/i] came later. Long after I waged war on my enemies and drove what few of them were alive shrieking before me, crushed even my kinsmen, and established myself as a ruler of humanity's first great civilization. I was not 'born with a hat', Sophia."[/color] There was a distance to his words, as he was beginning to note certain changes in the world around them, aside from the gaping void of absolute nothingness they were walking away from. 

	[color=a0522d]"Bartholomew, when I became aware of what I was, I simply knew. The title included, like an archetype of humanity. Maybe one of the first. 'The Hat' is a living metaphor. Considering my arrival with the origins of civilization, I had always assumed I was the first."[/color] He sighed, stopped, and actually took a serious look at the running Hellscape around them. Yet, he completed his thought. [color=a0522d]"...but humanity has existed for far, far longer than civilization, hasn't it? There is much that Emendators do not know."[/color]
	
	From the look of what was happening around them all, Gilbert was beginning to believe that the Winchester rifle on his back was going to become either extremely useful, or particularly useless, in short order.