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[h1][u]Tacit understanding, harmful stupidity.[/u][/h1]

Considering the new group had gone out of their way to reach the safe area for civilians, that they would be able to offer [I]some[/I] form of help towards himself and the retired hero, some kind of support or even just extra safety towards the area itself. Specially so after interrupting the one opportunity their little group had found to air their suspicions and concerns about Lex.

This is why he had been so brief and business-like with them, and why he had been quite willing to go back to work. The odd-looking speaking animal was... fine enough. It started by being quite cooperative enough, even if a little weird. He wanted to respond to their inquiry as soon as he had listened to what Ultron had to say... smirking ever so slightly at the suggestion to 'fix' their watches. 

Yet the purple quadruped with forked tails decided to butt-in at their own leisure, possibly risking their talk being leaked. Hershel felt his annoyance rising by the second, at the very least easy to contain for now.

But the whole dam broke the moment he had glimped past the floating cat-like being, seeing an older man [B]aim a gun at an innocent person[/B]. Letting gently go of the person's limb he was treating, the entirety of the duke's body and muscles tensing up in an instant, preparing to sprint with all his strength towards the imbecile attempting to maliciously murder someone innocent.

Only by virtue of the bullet being stopped by an influx of power he had sensed beforehand, had he not gone further than turning around and standing up. But by this point, enough was enough. The retired hero snapped first, helping the cleric temper his nerves, sighing a long time before his eyes locked onto the gun-wielding buffoon who had attempted murder before returning to the other two.

[COLOR=#2d6870]"Stole the words right out of my mouth there... You, the forked-tails one. If you promise to behave and use normal supplies in the crate while here, you can keep helping, but otherwise get away from injured"[/COLOR] A cold anger permeated his words, only slightly aimed at the purple one he talked towards. Turning his sight towards where the stinking booze had been poured, Hershel snapped his fingers, the wounds of the poor invidual cleaned in an instant before turning towards the biggest offender of the day... slowly walking towards them with a cold, slightly cruel smile.

[COLOR=#2d6870]"And [B]you[/B]. Try to attempt murder on innocent bystanders again, and [B][I]I'll make it so you receive the harm back tenthfold[/I][/B]"[/COLOR] He sounded the angriest he had been so far since they arrived to this world, staring daggers at the confused older man, his foot digging into the fabric under them, and into the concrete harshly, cracking noises spreading around him.

Another long sigh escaped his lips before turning towards Negan with a more neutral expression.

[COLOR=#2d6870]"And you, I think you would be far more fitting going off to fight... thanks for dumping people here at least. Just don't dump weird drinks onto people... instead, bash any poor bastard's head that may try to damage this place."[/COLOR] A serious and business-like tone reigned his voice when talking to the bat-wielding maniac and trying to get them to cooperate the best he knew... the gun idiot was a lost cause, but there was still possibilities with the other two... as much as he wanted to click his tongue.

Turning away, he went back to the patient he had left mid-treatment in fixing their injuries, thankfully they were lower urgency.
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