[There's a moment, brief, an instant, perhaps, where he steps towards the woman beneath the shade of that grove, relief flooding him and a name on his lips--
juri
--but it's gone the next, pausing, the heart beating in his chest in happiness now beating with suspicion, worry. At a glance, maybe, but he still can't believe, even for just an instant, that he thought this girl here is the sister and wife he so yearns to hear from. He has spent every moment possible in these last three thousand years with her, has memorized even the way the light catches in her eyes at any angle, watching over her as he has. Her hair doesn't lay right, her eyes don't speak the confidence or happiness he would expect Juri to have upon seeing him again and her posture...
It washes away, the height of his emotions and the turmoil within. The only Kuran family he's aware of are those he has close ties with, and the one who he sent away before Juri could kill, so they might never be faced with his atrocities again. 'Virtual prison', he remembers, so maybe they're trying to conjure something to keep him docile.
He doesn't tear his eyes away, not for a moment.]
Who are you?
[Haruka is the last person who wants to cause trouble, but he's guarded, the circumstances before his arrival not ideal, let alone now, and he's not eager to take chances.]