"I'm not trying to insult you." Hershel had to smile a little. "But fair point. We're all a little daft, I suppose. A bunch of pots calling kettles black and what not." And a pause. "So he's alright? He wasn't hurt, was he?"

"I see." He frowned down seriously at the book. "'It's not like I like you or anything, baka.' You know this reminds me of Kuzuryuu too the more I read about it. I always though you-" two were kind of similar. He politely coughed and doesn't say that, you're welcome. "Well, there we are."