[He has to laugh at that. Running into a guy who's telling him he's pretty much the same person as someone else he knew that died a long time ago is one thing, and then with the happenstance that he's had visions and dreams of another life to boot? Definitely not the way he imagined his day going at all. Dachi here hit it right on the nose, and the unnerving thing about it is that he believes him.

What kinda crap is that anyway?

Tartaglia falls in line beside his new companion, shoving his hands back into his pockets as they walk. The shops and the sights of the Grand Bazaar seem to blur and pass him by now, his mind occupied with far more important matters than sightseeing. Glancing over, he really tries to give Dachi a better look, trying to see if anything about this guy is familiar. He doesn't look familiar, but the longer he stares, the more familiar he feels. The ginger can't really put his finger on it, but he's not regretting meeting this man today.]

Heh, you could say that again. I'll admit, I'm still a bit speechless at what you've told me so far...

[And it's not even that much!]

So, were we friends of some sort, back then? And...how far back are we talking, here?