"Sometimes..." Harold said quietly as he look out onto YogCity, watching as peopl came back from missions, left for missions, and scuttle around on the streets doing things that didn't concern him.
"...I wonder what my birth parents would say."
Harold looked at his demon weapon.
"What do you think, Berwald?"
"For the last time, my name is not Berwald!" The bazooka shook slightly.
Harold chuckled.