[Diluc shrugs. He expected no less than for her to call him on the obvious similarity.]

I don't patrol as often as I used to. But I couldn't sleep, and I'm not one who likes to sit idle.

[Especially not lately, with the constantly-nagging question of how to overcome challenges unique to this world hanging over his head. But he's too mentally distracted for research or reconnaissance, and there's something almost soothing about walking the streets at night, keeping an eye out for disturbances. It's productive. Familiar. And potentially, should he find an evildoer worth pursuing, cathartic to fight and work out his feelings physically.]

I suspect it's something similar for you tonight.

[Surely, she's aware that the dream was broadcast. There's little sense in beating around the bush about it.]