[There is a flutter in his chest, the way the other doesn't reach out to his Vision, merely content with having their touch linger on his skin instead. It's a certain care and respect, especially from someone who doesn't even know what a Vision is.

The gesture was...it was a kindness that has him somewhat flabbergasted honestly.

He smiles a little and there is something warm about it, yet so sad and bitter.] It's said that those who receive Visions are favored by the gods. It is said one can even ascend to become gods themselves.

[His eyes train on the bauble as it gently sways in the air. No one knows, except himself and the secretary he never saw again, when he had received his. He never mentioned it before.] I happen to receive mine the day I entered prison. It came out of my pocket with my registration papers.