Lusamine had no way of knowing this- but her guess was correct. However, even if she was to express it, Flamebringer might not be capable of giving an honest answer. His pain over it had been buried somewhere deep, glimmers of it could be caught in his anger, in his determination, in his exhaustion- but he had convinced himself that he no longer cared.

'I have no concept of what it's like to be Infected'. Of their plight, of their persecutions. That was what he told the Doctor back then. And this was still true. After all-

When one is born sarkaz, being or not being Infected made little difference.

Her words do little to sooth decades of wounds. But he glances at her, it lingers for a second in a peaceful silence before he looks away again. Accepting her presence.

"And how would they- Would I, be considered noble?" There's no heat in his question. It seems to be genuine. This place... its so completely alien to him. But he must be cautious of allowing his own vulnerabilities to slip.

He chuckles lowly, "All sentient life seeks some form of order. And when there's trouble, a cause." He tilts his head questioningly in her direction. "But you speak as if you're not from around here."

Was she like him? Were there others like him around this place? Torn from somewhere else, dropped in a confusing state with no answers, actively looking for them?

Even if she was simply a foreign... 'Pokemon', hearing more of this place and surrounding areas was a good a place to start as any.