Feeling his energy waning, Herobrine allowed himself to slowly drift back down to the forest floor. As he did, his mind began to drift as well. Thoughts reeled within his head, bouncing possibilities and ideas back and forth.
The small village he had left so long ago had grown in size during his absence, the small wooden building transformed into three interconnected. A tall tower was constructed on top of a smaller brick building, and a large double-stacked fence surrounded the whole could tell it was built by Notch.
When his feet touched the ground, a vague new issue was brought forth.
Now what?
His immediate reaction was to go to Shelby, talk things out, as it would be a constructive action to take. His other option wasn't as simple, and it had come to mind as he observed the complex. He could arrange Shelby's welcome back, arrange it in a way that wouldn't get her shot on sight. Based on Richard's reaction, and the little information they'd received from Sydney, the people who lived there still believed Shelby to be responsible for the death of Jack. Even if their feelings were half as spiteful she would not be readily welcome.
Sitting down on a nearby ledge, he continued on his thoughts.
If he could manage to get somebody with high standing or even in a leadership position to vouch for her innocence, he may be able to find some peace of mind in leaving her alone.
Herobrine sighed quietly, slouching into the action wearily.
It's not as if he wanted to separate from her, he… he was just so used to having her around and honestly cared for her well-being. Rationally it was better for Shelby in the long run. Rationally he had to let her go. Straying from the path of self-pity, he brought his thoughts back to the new top on his priority list. Somebody with enough respect, yes? Somebody in a leadership position, a person that is looked up to-
Like Notch.
Just the thought of his name sent untethered fury through his core, bringing along with it a twinge of pain in the back of his head.
FOCUS
'Shut up!' Herobrine growled back at the female voice, not really caring if the voices he heard were hallucinations or not.
Standing and stuffing his hands angrily in his pockets, he began walking. Following the forest's edge, the man hoped that no one would notice his tattered form and shoot at him. Although he had the bizarre idea the arrows would do him no harm, , the people he was to force his company onto may not allow entry to a man supposed to be long dead who easily brushed off a few arrows to the chest.
"Humans are so complicated" Herobrine grumbled to himself, missing the implications that came with it. Eyes flickering restlessly across his surroundings, he stormed off towards the village.