After treading around the right side of the complex, he found the entrance faced opposite of his origin. He hadn't looked back when he was running through the place a day or so ago before, and the size was underestimated from the notable distance away he'd been.

Taking a breath, Herobrine stepped into the midday sun. The warm sunlight warmed his back and head, bestowing a warm confidence in him. Straightening his back and lifting his head, he strode towards the gate and lifted his hand to open it.

Just as his hand had positioned itself on the gate, a slight movement caught his eye.

With a loud CL-CLACK the door to the building a few steps inside the gate flung open to reveal the one person he was looking for. Notch.

"What are you doing here?" Notch said quietly, his form loose and his features close in concentration.

"Strictly business, you could say," the other said, just barely louder. "It's about Shelby."

"Yes, sure." The eldest muttered, suddenly distracted, and opened the door further for his brother. "Come in."

Surprised by the invitation, Herobrine carefully started in toward the building, body tensed from nerves. He didn't feel as if this situation was right. Sitting in a chair across from his brother, the two watched each other carefully. And a stiff silence fell between them.

"I see you have rejoined the Overworld."

"Yes."

"You look terrible." The silence fell again for a short few seconds.

"I want to let Shelby come back here, however, according to recent events it's obvious that would be difficult."

"Why do you hate me?" the larger of the two asked casually, leaning back in his chair as if suddenly relaxed.

"Don't change the subject."

"She did kill Jack." He stated matter-of-factly.

"Bullshit."

And again they watched each other without a sound.

"She didn't kill Jack," Notch revised, and when the other said nothing, he continued. "And there is a perfectly good reason as to wh-"

"There better be a really fucking good reason!" growled Herobrine, starting out of his chair angrily.

"Sit down and listen. I will tell you." He stated calmly, but a hint of exhaustion crept through. Herobrine scowled, irritated by the hint of weakness in his brother's voice, and reseated himself.

"Jack was not the innocent kid he appeared to be. He was a necromancer. I don't know what he was planning, or why he'd set up here, but the guy was into some dark shit. As you probably know, due to your acquaintance with Shelby, the two worked crafting together. What you don't know is what he did alone, when nobody was watching, or so he thought. I caught him muttering to himself, he must have underestimated how much a stone wall echoes. He wasn't saying anything I'd ever heard, but it sounded pretty eerie. When I got closer, I could tell he was twisting some messed up enchantments. So I checked his place. His roommate Gordon wasn't there so I was free to search his stuff. I found some creepy monster bits hidden in a dark corner, freaky stuff no one would keep around under normal circumstances. When I found him and Shelby chewing each other, I figured he'd somehow corrupted her and I didn't want to risk it. I tried to blow them both up, but she made it just out of the blast range. Most heard the explosion and came running, so when Shelby passed out, I stepped in and told them I'd heard them fighting, and the rest was obvious. She woke up seconds before I threw her in."

Finished with his tale, Notch ran a hand through his hair and looked at his bewildered brother. The sound if a book dropping caused both men to jump and whip their heads over to the source of the sound. As assumed, it was a book that produced the sound, but the young woman standing above it was more of an interesting detail to notice. She had medium-length dark brown hair, and a pair of wide cinnamon eyes.

"H-How could you..?" She said quietly, her voice dripping with hurt.

"Caryn, please..!" Notch started, stepping out of his chair, only to watch her run up the nearest flight of stairs.

"I don't think acceptance is going to be a problem for her anymore."

Pleased, Herobrine stood to leave, turning from his brother before a large hand took hold of his arm.

"Come back home, brother, we can work things out. "

Without even giving a backwards glance, Herobrine head for the door.

"It'll only be Shelby coming."