He remembered.
In the past, he had not been without suspicions.
Over the long years, occasionally in moments of daze, a shred of doubt had flickered—was this "prophecy" too convenient?
But every time this thought arose, it was smoothed over and concealed by an invisible, deep force, strengthening his firm belief in the "prophecy" and his hatred for the "arch-enemy" yet to emerge.
Now, that veil that had been draped over his consciousness was ruthlessly lifted by Herbert.
He recalled Gall's rashness and impulsiveness, that identical zeal in unwavering belief in the "prophecy".
Could it be that even Gall's personality was unknowingly magnified and guided towards a more obsessive direction?
He remembered suppressing the different voices within, making them continue to wait with him...
Those displays he considered as firm conviction, now in hindsight, carried a sense of unnatural guidance and reinforcement.
