[Belief is to be rewarded... at least, that's what Vigil likes to think. At any rate, he nods slightly at the question, his demeanor unassuming yet patient. It's truly any miracle that he ever ended up as chief warder of Barclay.]

Back during December, around Christmas, you were fixing that machine. I wholly didn't understand the mechanics of it, but you knew exactly what to do. It was quite impressive.

[He doesn't wish to point out that Luca looked very different in the dream. None of that is really his fault, plus during that time, Vigil had even forgotten a couple of close acquaintances.]

During my dream, however, I had a hard time recognizing anyone. Nearly everyone was a stranger.