[ he stares blankly at the man, unsure how to process the kinds of feelings he's having right now, before returning his eyes to the water. ]

I prefer Childe. [ a pause as he begins to re-cast his line. ] I do not know what a Harbinger is, nor do I find it relevant, but...

[ leaks hums to himself. both ears flutter. ]

... it suits you better than Tartaglia. That, I know.