No matter how many times it happens, watching some new, logic-oriented, doomed soul encounter Hildebrand is greatly amusing.
Actually, a correction: it's increasingly amusing.
The initial face-value acceptance. The growing concern. The disbelief. The realization and increasing horror that this man has been set loose on this world. That he's been loose for who knows how long. Doubly so if his newest victim meets his parents.
And then the moment they turn toward me, the errand-runner and most successful in the legwork so far, the only other person that seems to have at least two brain cells in their head. That distinct look, pleading for an intervention in this madness, to maybe even physically restrain this farce, because I certainly could.
Of course, I'm obligated at that point to avoid dropping a seemingly logical suggestion that just fans the good inspector's passions.
No, at that point I have no choice but to look this poor soul in the eyes, so they can see their future, and overtly fan the good inspector's passions. With a smile.
And then it's acceptance, that whatever Hildebrand sets out to do will be done, usually despite him.
Ah yes, it was good to see him again.
And my friend Zani just met him for the first time.
"Poor Nashu.....though I have a soft spot for people carrying on torches from the deceased."
I knew he was doomed when he made such a logical assessment ♪