A past life, huh? [ He looks down at the counter, taking a slow sip as he processes that, and processes what Claude is saying about his own vision. ] I... guess that's one way of looking at it.

It was a green gem, that just... plonked into the fountain. Like my vision within a vision. I wasn't surprised I was holding it when I was in that vision, it felt like... equipment? Like it was a tool for me to use. Like it had power. [ He shakes his head. It feels like there's a word for what it was, but he can't place it. ] I wasn't holding onto it when I came to, either.

...That said, you, a swordsman? Yeah, I can't see it, Claude. But... [ Claude's always looking for an angle, for good or for ill, he's going somewhere with this, leading the conversation on. ]

...Let me guess, you found something too that doesn't make sense, right? Something that you can't remember ever seeing here before.