A bit strange, [Hubert repeats slowly, his tone sharply underlining the understatement.]
[But then he falls quiet, still wound up too tense, and the Arrow of Indra sparks in response to his agitation. There's too many possibilities running through his head and his mind too weary to process them all without it winding up in a damnable headache.]
[Was he warped here? Was this some kind of elaborate Agarthan trick? Was this—]
You should hope you're rather convincing, [Hubert settles on. It was a question of whether he trusted Ferdinand or not; it was a question of whether this was Ferdinand. Hubert was too disoriented, and his weariness wasn't helping his usual paranoia any.]
no subject
[But then he falls quiet, still wound up too tense, and the Arrow of Indra sparks in response to his agitation. There's too many possibilities running through his head and his mind too weary to process them all without it winding up in a damnable headache.]
[Was he warped here? Was this some kind of elaborate Agarthan trick? Was this—]
You should hope you're rather convincing, [Hubert settles on. It was a question of whether he trusted Ferdinand or not; it was a question of whether this was Ferdinand. Hubert was too disoriented, and his weariness wasn't helping his usual paranoia any.]