[Although Liem smiles faintly at the question that Hayame asks—prophecy is certainly not an ability he has ever had—her question is a legitimate one. He shakes his head gently as he withdraws the crusty little loaf from the bag in his lap.]

Not a prophet, no. But the dream I had… it felt like communion to me; like he was reaching out somehow from his shard to mine. He appeared before me, looking like a living man, and spoke to me.

[He slides the little belt knife at his waist from its sheath and, finding it clean, begins absentmindedly working a chunk from the loaf. The bulk of his attention is still on Hayame.]

He wanted to thank us. And… you remember the man we saw while we were fighting the monster? The one with the mask? He mentioned him. He said he heard someone call him… [He pauses, his hands stilling as he tries to remember.] Aetós.