[h3]The Lumenflower Garden, Upper Cathedral Ward, high above western Yharnam – Ophelia[/h3]
The smile did not leave Harold's face, though his voice did assume a more serious tone when Ophelia voiced her appreciation of him knowing her name. “I make it a point to memorize the names and faces of every single person with the heart to receive the mantle of Hunter, dear girl, and I made doubly sure that I would remember those who were turned today. When lives are at risk, the least you can do is ensure that their memory lives on.”

A moment later, when Ophelia remarked on the beauty of the flowers, the vicar's smile broadened enough to show just a hint of somewhat yellowed teeth past his pale lips and neatly trimmed beard. “Indeed. I like to spend a lot time here in the garden, among the lumenflowers. Ever since I first came to Yharnam and found them, I have been enchanted by them, and find myself talking to them when I am alone. And somehow, they make me feel like they understand. Magnificent things, they are.” He turned his head to look out across the field of flower-buds, [color=cyan]and the flowers returned his gaze attentively[/color]. “You should come here in a few hours, when the moon is high in the sky. As the moon rises the lumenflowers will bloom, and on a full moon like tonight is when they are at their most beautiful. Ah, but you did not come here to discuss botany, I'm sure. You'll have to forgive an eccentric old man his quirks.”
Gesturing at Dietrich to rise without looking at him, Harold's gaze remained fixed on Ophelia. “So, how did the others fare? I hope you are not the only Hunter to have awoken on this fine night.”