[Listening, he swears this guy is telling a bad joke, or pulling a prank on him or something. Sure, it's not really out of the realm of reality to look like someone, but everything Dachi is listing off is way too spooky. It unnerves him, as Tartaglia does his best to hide that feeling under the unreadable mask he's learned to wear from his business trips and dealing with the terribly dreadful, mundane atmosphere of the corporate world.

But then he asks that question, and the masks cracks, but only slightly.]

Hey, you're saying a lot of unsettling things here. What if I was having unexplained flashes of images and dreams I can't make any sense of?

[Things that haunted him at night, but eventually had to force himself to not think too hard about. Dreams were dreams, nothing more, but he can feel his stomach get a little sick. What if this guy, this stranger he's just met, had answers? It feels like he's reaching out towards a hope he should logically know isn't real.]

...Never mind, sorry. Forget I said that.

[He can't push that onto some random guy, he tells himself. But something tells him deep down, he's not just any stranger...]