Herbert had actually apologized for the scar on his abdomen, he had had to work fast, and had to remove at least a foot of intestine to keep infection from killing his beloved Igor. He usually prided himself with his superb stitching, but Daniel's health had mattered more. He had refused to work on him when he came in, but he had hovered once Daniel was out. He hated that stitch work but he had made his choice.

He wanted to slap Dan's hands away from the stitches, had he been a patient and not a medically trained doctor he might have, but a warning look was given as Herbert sat watching him. "I am going to say something, and it will be blunt. You've lived with me long enough to be prepared for that, so once I speak my peace then you may speak. Until then, shut up." the last two words sharper, colder.

"I did not kill Rufus. I did not aim to get Dean Halsey killed, I did not kill Megan." He stated these things plainly. "I became over zealous with our work and cost you a bodily injury, but I brought us home as you wanted. I worked, I contributed, I dealt with your onslaught of whores you brought into our home. I did not like that, and you knew this, but you did it anyway. I even tried to save your bloody tramp. I have not told Megan about her either. So, despite me surviving what Hill did, you decided centuries old concrete, if it was even that, would be what killed me. You didn't even bother to check. So, do not lie to me. You were relieved, and if not at the very least you were frightened. Admit to me, tell me the truth and we can pick up and leave it in the past." At least until next time he wants to get mad. Then it will be the first weapon picked up.