[She laughs, a bitter little expression of melancholy more than mirth. It isn't a big deal because her story isn't a happy one. It has it's ups, but it is a tragedy. The story of the end of a paradise and the beginning of a dark age.

Turning, she leans heavily on the wall at the building's edge, looking him square in the face.]

Well, I appreciate it. But I guess it's better for you to know that what we fought against was a little like what you did. [Her lips quirk, eyes softening and growing a little less severe.]

Izanami-no-Mikoto, or her shade. You did tell me that before, Yosuke-kun. The Mother of the Gods, and the Goddess of Death. And Ame-no-Sagiri, as well. [The God of Fog. It was easy to talk about those kinds of things for her, given that they were entrenched in her own religion. She was a Priestess of Shinto, after all.]

I'm glad you believe. It's going to make some of this easier for you to swallow. Because in my world, the gods are also very real.

[She raises her right hand to her chest, pressing it over her heart, and a blazing light ignites there, brighter than even the full false sun of Cerealia. A kind of pressure, presence, and energy pervades the air, washing over Yosuke and the rooftop at large, enough to make Rei seem older...more commanding.]

And I'm one of them. [Okay, she pauses melodramatically, just because she can and it amuses her.]