"So you're a Herald!?" Lilithine said, astonished and confused; it was the first time she'd heard the term used that way.
"Let me see if I understand... you're some kind of purifier who came in the name of... the God of Flames of the Valtherion house with the intention of living?"
"I don't even remember what a Herald was according to Isabela..." Haru thought. "Yes..." he said hesitantly, "...well, I think..."
"Let me see if I understand... you didn't know either until Isabela Valtherion, who is your master, told you?"
"Ye... yeah... kind of."
Lilithine processed. "It makes a little sense..."
"It does!?" Haru and Yukihime said together, astonished.
"Let's say the story of what a Herald is makes sense..." Lilithine crossed her arms, "...but you don't make sense. How can I trust that you're a Herald?" "It's true..." Haru thought, crouching down.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
He stood up. "I have flashes of memories of future things. And certain knowledge..."
