[a little unsure about that brief memory, but turning away from that, watching himself as a bishop welcomes his younger self into the church.

what else? my father wasn't exactly happy to let me go at first.

there's a blur, like time fast-forwarding, and then the brief image of a confrontation frozen in time--Hakuren, half-hidden behind a bishop and shouting at his father, who is clearly yelling back--but that fades quickly too, to the younger Hakuren fumbling with the last overtunic portion of the acolyte's robes, which are a bit too large for him.]