Summary: This is a day that never dawned, a night that never came to be. Or is it? On the eve of trying to mount a rescue operation of Chaldean staff from becoming sacrifices in the Lostbelt version of Mictlan, one dragonic Caster takes their shared Master on a dream flight, beating U-Olga to the punch of creating a "shitty" game of a simulator run.

Note: A chapter that was inspired by my rewatching Fate/Apocrypha when doing laundry on late Friday nights; my own shock at an artist I tried to credit for inspiration outright blocking me without explanation soon after; and the growing year-long frustration I've had with a coworker I'm outright calling the "real life Koyanskaya" with how slimy of a person she is while still trying to pretend we're friends — when she betrayed me first.

Sometimes, a return to a better dream helps keep the bitter pills of real life away.

Spoiler warning for the story of Lostbelt 7 up to Section 9, by the way; as well as the entirety of Fate/Apocrypha's original story. You've been warned.

The theme for this chapter is the track titled Fate/Apocrypha - Hope from the Fate/Apocrypha soundtrack, by Masaru Yokoyama. For those looking for an alternative, I'll point you to the song, I Want to Live by Skillet, the first opening to Fate/Apocrabridged, also known as Fate/Apocrypha Abridged by BlueDrakma.

Here we go.

Lost Day 10: Learning to Dream

"...Oh, we've connected."

Sieg makes sure not to flinch once he sees Vy slowly open her eyes in the dreamscape of her mind. Even when dressed in a soft white dress and aquamarine sash, missing shoes in favor of green and orange ribbons tied around her wrists, her brown eyes from their first meeting still shine with those unmistakable glimmers of stars when looking up at him in his dragon form. Through those round glasses too, bright and surprised.

(Even when those glimmers seem… fainter, compared to their first meeting. Faded, as if tempered by things only his terminal could answer his questions about.)

(Sieg wasn't sure if he wanted to know said answers. The fatigue lines that lined Vy's brow even in her dream were telling enough. Hauntingly so.)

(Sieg already knew he didn't like any of the possibilities.)

"...Sieg?" Vy says his name softly, drawing him back out of his thoughts to look at her. Her hands come up to her chest out of what looked like a new reflex he had never seen before, fingers twitching minutely. One index finger even fiddles with the ends of the green ribbon on her left wrist before she adds in a quieter, yet heavier tone, "While I'm happy to see you again, what's going on?"

"Call it a favor." And it was the truth. "Your Grailed Caster — Scathach-Skadi — reached out to me through my terminal unit, asking for my help. She wanted to at least allow you a break in your dreams, what with the advent of the 7th Lostbelt." Sieg lowers his snout and folds his wings against his back, huffing through his nose so that it wouldn't deter his old friend from coming closer. "So since it has been a while, old friend… would you like to fly with me?"

"Skadi-san asked that of you…?" Vy pauses, clearly hesitating with how her voice trails off. She lets go of the green ribbon on her left wrist, pressing her fingers together instead as she lowers her gaze to her bare feet. She wiggles her toes — from the smallest one to the big one — before raising her head to look up at Sieg past his snout. It strikes Sieg then that her newest smile actually looks hesitant past the obvious cheer. "While I'm happy at the offer, I really am, could you… could you walk with me instead, Sieg? I'm not really up for a flight right now."

"Walk…?" Sieg folded his wings closer to himself, carefully lowering his dragon body to be closer to the floor while blinking slowly at her. "Should I shrink back down to my terminal unit height?"

Vy's smile turns crooked to match her newest voice of, "...Please?"

Well then. How could he refuse that?

Vy doesn't take his hand to squeeze once they're walking, he notices. If anything, Vy keeps her arms to herself, visibly fidgeting with the ribbons on her wrists as their surroundings slowly drift away from the white they started in.

(Sieg was worried enough already. This extra behavior didn't help anything. His slight discomfort at walking on two feet again just didn't matter in the face of her.)

(In front of his friend who hadn't reached out for him like she would've normally.)

Pieces of litter manifest first against the sidewalk that gradually forms against the soles of their feet. A discarded newspaper against some fake grass here, a crushed aluminum can lining a sewer grate there. The asphalt moves next, slowly sloping upwards to create a steep hill that is lined with houses. Brown, red, green — so many different colors, matched equally by the differing front yards. The situation of Vy's lack of shoes didn't seem to bother her with the changing environment, sandals slowly forming onto her feet to match her new, almost hurried pace to walk. It takes a bit more energy on Sieg's part to keep up with her, the swishing of her dress and the quiet flow of her mana the only indicators that she was still with him, even if she was walking farther away from him.

"Vy, where are we…?" Sieg trails off once they reach the top of the hill, barely stopping himself from bumping into her as she stops in place.

"…Call it an old memory," Vy said slowly, voice low like before but now heavy with something else, something nostalgic — as a tiny key manifested itself into her left hand. Her Command Seals glow as she faces their new destination with a small sigh, craning her head to look up at a white house lined with blue all the way to its roof. "...Well, old is really the best way to put it. And I'm glad to see I didn't forget this yet at least. That's something to take in through all the bitter parts."

"This is… your memory, Vy?" Sieg inhales and exhales slowly when mulling the words over, his legs starting to feel like lead had been injected into them with how sluggishly he finds himself following her. Maybe it was the shock finally getting to him, or how vulnerable this place seemed to be. Past the closed white garage entrance, the wilting poppy flowers of the front yard, all the way to the mahogany front door. "As in…"

"It is. Before you finish that sentence, this is a personal memory for me, even." Vy doesn't turn to him until she places the key into the first keyhole Sieg sees to unlock the door, her next smile almost… sad in spite of its beauty once there's a satisfactory click noise. Even when standing at her side, it's obvious how the stars from their first meeting are now missing from her eyes once she nods her head at him. Instead, those stars seemed to have — have dimmed into tragically tiny sparks in those brown irises as she tucked the key back into her dress pocket. "Welcome to my childhood home, Sieg. From before Chaldea — before I met you. And to thank you for visiting, I think it's about time to show a friend of mine that part of me."

Sieg tries not to shiver at how sad her last smile seems to look once her other hand turns the doorknob.

Wooden tile hallways. A few plain yellow and orange painted walls in the hallways, accompanying a living room with — with what the modern knowledge in him called "a road bicycle" set up on a stationary to face the front of a mounted TV. Three extendable lounge chairs, also to face said TV. Not too far away down one hall revealed a well-furnished kitchen, with wooden cabinets and a sink with no dirty dishes in sight. Past the family room and dining table, there's a tiny handmade shrine on top of a bookshelf, holding a picture frame of the Buddha with a pot of some electric incense.

Despite all the commodities, all the rather… ordinary looking decorations, it strikes Sieg then how empty the house feels. It's not even how his footsteps echo through the halls thanks to the tile flooring and sparse carpets. It's how, aside from Vy and himself, there's no one else around.

"…I guess my dreams can't recreate the folks, huh?"

Sieg finds himself startling before he can rein the impulse in, a turn of his head revealing that same sad smile from before on Vy's face. Her sandals from earlier disappear from her feet as she keeps walking through the empty halls, and decorum is all it takes for Sieg to do the same to his own shoes to follow her.

The hallways seem to wind around the family room then, revealing an empty study, held up by a partition folding doors and movie posters of… of Star Wars? Sieg could read what else were on them, sure, but his knowledge from the Yggdemillenia could only fill in so much. Still, Vy lingered on them, raising a hand to press against the edges of one large poster frame to straighten it against its place on the wall. She mutters something, her lips reading out "Huy" before she lets the poster go, walking once more through the other door.

"Vy, this is—" Sieg stops once she does.

Vy nods to herself, inhaling, exhaling, then inhaling one more time before looking up at her newest destination, both green and orange ribbons glowing from her wrists as she does.

All the effort seemed to be just for getting the courage to look up at a closed white wooden door, with a colored pencil poppy flower drawing marking the front of it. With colorful washi tape too.

Poppy flowers. Just like the hastily penned drawing of the same orange blooms Mash had originally made to mark Vy's room in the Wandering Sea of Novum Chaldea. So, this was—

Sieg shut his mouth as soon as Vy put her hand on the doorknob and turned it. Because what waited inside was something that reminded Sieg of Vy's original room — in the original Chaldea.

(Yet at the same time, the room that came into view seemed like it was more than that. More populated. More lived in. More… more alive despite no one but them being there to look inside.)

(Such a stark contrast to her almost empty room of Novum Chaldea.)

Periwinkle blue painted walls. A single bed, one corner populated specifically by a small crowd of soft-looking plush toys of various sizes, each one bearing cute smiles. One of those revolving office chairs sat right in the middle of the carpeted floor, holding a tablet package and what appeared to be a repurposed pink makeup box, full of watercolor paint palettes and brushes. The closet and dresser nearby were close to bursting with colorful clothes, both folded and hung up on coat hangers. The only desk in the room was neat despite the myriad of things covering it — from carrying a few pencil cases, colored pencil sets, a whiteboard — just like the one Sieg could recall through his terminal's memories of the original Chaldea and the Doctor — and one-two stacks of art books and manga. Underneath the main surface of the desk was a giant gray inflatable ball that was the apparent "chair" instead of the other one — an exercise ball, his mind supplied for an explanation.

What truly caught Sieg's eye, though, was the singular picture frame sitting upright on the center of the desk, barely hidden by the well-worn yet beloved green book of The Tales of Robin Hood in front of it.

Specifically, it was a picture of a younger, bob-cut wearing Vy sitting on what looked like a park bench, smiling up at the camera with a sandwich in hand. She was obviously posing together with a darker-skinned, glasses-wearing, grinning man in a polo shirt and jeans. And that man was—

Sieg gulped.

Vy picks up the picture frame, apparently not noticing Sieg's internal fumbling. All she does is stare at the picture silently, her thumbs absently brushing across the sloppily painted dolphins and sea waves that decorate the edges. She murmurs something after a moment — "ba," Sieg can make out from reading her lips — before she gingerly replaces the frame back onto its place on the desk, lowering and shaking her head at it.

At her desk.

And if Sieg was right, that meant that this entire room was—

"…Did you…" Sieg swallows the sudden lump that forms in his throat, doing his best to keep the shock from showing on his face when Vy turns to him. "Did you just want to go home, Vy? Visit your old room?"

Vy smiles at him. "Aye," she said, and it's noticeable how stars are slowly forming in her brown eyes with each subsequent blink. But unlike the bright blue shine he was familiar with thanks to his terminal's memories and their first meeting from oh-so-long ago, these new stars seemed dark. Swirling. "Before I could forget this at least, I wanted to see it again, even if it's just a dream." She tilts her head at him, and Sieg immediately feels his tongue dry out at how deceptively innocent she looks in spite of those dark stars still illuminating her gaze. "Sorry about this, Sieg."

"There's nothing to apologize for…" As weak as the reply was, Sieg knew he meant every single word, courage from Siegfried's heart being all he had to help him walk forward. The front cover of the bound book of The Tales of Robin Hood feels sturdy against his palm when he presses against it, the tiny cricks of crinkling pages and peeling plastic from the corners not even taking away from that impression. From the gathered mana that quietly sang of love, of dedication, of…

Of growing disillusion and bitterness.

And that last part just didn't feel right at all, even for a Mage-turned-Dragon who was prepared to wait a thousand years for his not-self-proclaimed Saint to come home.

"But…" Sieg inhaled slowly, retracting his hand after hesitating over the same picture frame that his friend had previously put down. "…Vy, please forgive my bluntness, but as your friend, could I ask you something?"

At his side, Vy hums. A quiet Muu of affirmation more than anything else. It was close enough for him.

Sieg turns to her, facing her and giving her his full attention, keeping only one hand on the pommel of Astolfo's sword out of reflex. The words felt sour in his mouth, something that maybe would have been better left unsaid. But it was for Vy, his friend, so he steeled Siegfried's heart to speak.

"Do you still believe in yourself? In the people around you?"

The dark stars that had formed in Vy's eyes had immediately disappeared in response to his probing, leaving those big brown irises dangerously blank. "Believe?" Vy tilts her head when echoing the word, closing those blank eyes to hum again. "That's… that's two heavy questions to ask in a dream, Sieg."

"I am a former homunculus, now part Greater Grail attendant and Dragon, Vy." It was the truth despite how Sieg tried to ignore the sting of regret starting to nip at the back of his throat with the sudden chill of mana surrounding them in the dream. "Time and weight are not much to me, dream or not."

"Time, huh…?" Vy nods once, twice, thrice, raising both arms to wrap around her middle and hug herself. It's hard to miss how her hands block out Sieg's view of the aquamarine sash of her dress, or how the ribbons on her wrists seem to lose some of their color. "Okay then, Sieg. Between you and me, as my old friend, riddle me this." She opens her eyes to look at him then, the pitch black stars in those brown irises reflecting his stupefied face — just as she clutches at the waist of her dress to say in a lower voice, "What am I supposed to believe in now? Because it's definitely not me anymore."

Sieg felt his heart — Siegfried's heart — sink in his chest as Vy turned away from him, lowering her head. Loose long brown hair falls past her shoulders to drape her face away from view, and her shoulders tremble.

Ever since meeting her, it's the first time that it's looked like Vy seemed to be alone.

Lonely, scared, and so, so alone.

"Really, how am I supposed to believe in other people when that belief died with the original Chaldea and my family?" A sad, bitter sort of laugh leaves her lips. If Sieg didn't know any better, it was almost as if she had given up entirely. The way her knuckles turned white when clutching at herself didn't help the impression. "It's the 7th Lostbelt, there's so much to do, but we've already nearly lost the Storm Border, Marine 4 is dead even when I wanted to protect him, not to mention Da Vinci Caster is gone again with Sion and now that bastard Kadoc, so what else is there to believe in? Director Goredolf? U-Olga? Both of whom helped kill the original Chaldea at the start of this entire mess?" She scoffs, crossing her arms and turning on the heels of her bare feet to scrape at the carpet. "Don't even get me fucking started with Kadoc. Still don't regret the restraining order." The hems of her white dress start darkening with what looks like burn marks or even darkness as she bites out, "But did I miss anything, Sieg? Do I have to go around the riddles now?"

"Vy, I…" Sieg trailed off, intuitively knowing how he just couldn't find the words to respond right now. Not when it was in response to Vy.

A Vy who he had never seen so hurt until now.

What had the Lostbelts taken from her? What hadn't they taken from her?

"I just wanted to go home." There's a sob tinging the end of her words as she shakes her head, rage slowly building up in her voice with the next inhale and exhale. "But… but I'm losing out on the idea that I can anymore. I never could believe in me after I let Mash and Dr. Roman die once. And… and after Da Vinky and Marine, I don't know what I can do now, Sieg. All I've done is essentially run Chaldea into the ground. All for a fight we might not win." A singular peek of her face through her long brown hair revealed how those dark stars had seemingly eclipsed any sort of color from Vy's eyes. "Where else could I go? What else could I do when it means trusting people who originally killed the last bit of hope I had left in the world?"

Sieg blinked, and behind his eyelids, he could've sworn he could see the mist-covered streets of medieval London and the flowers inside the Greater Grail, all mixed together into an uncomfortable slurry of memory.

"I… I cannot speak for Director Goredolf, this 'Kadoc', and… and U-Olga Marie, more so because I haven't met them like my terminal has. I'm sorry." Sieg picks his words carefully, avoiding the mention of Goredolf with as much courage he could muster from Siegfried's heart. Vy inhabited a different world from the Great Holy Grail War and the Yggdemillenia, who had housed his creator in Gordes and a younger version of Novum Chaldea's director. There was no point in bringing up such grievances to her, even when he himself felt them due to his creation. It was why he tried to smile like Jeanne and Astolfo wished him to, so long ago — just for her. His friend who needed help like he did once upon a time. "But there is more to your journey than your worst enemies. From my own experience, just because you have hit rock bottom, and this is metaphorically speaking, Vy, that doesn't mean you cannot go up. The only place to go is up now. More so when you still have a dream that's preventing you from turning into a ghost."

Despite the effort, Vy doesn't look at him. All she does is lowly scoff, sarcasm filling her voice as she turns again — this time so that her back is all that he can see. Her shoulders tremble once she eventually says, "…Okay. That's a fucking trip. Who told you that?"

Sieg felt the smile come more confidently to his face as he glanced at the green book that seemed to protect the picture Vy had of her father on her desk with how it sat — how it started to glow with its green covers and faded gold lettering. "…It was a Heroic Spirit by the name of Robin Hood."

Vy gasps, life returning to her high pitched voice as she did, and a quick turn of her heels revealed the encompassing dark stars fading from her brown eyes in favor of tiny blue glimmers of… of something else. (Sieg wanted to hope it could be something better.) Past the growing droplets of her eyelashes, the fogginess of her glasses that had slipped halfway down her nose. "R…" she choked around the syllable, and the color seems to come back into her clothes, the darkness fading from her dress to match the resurgence of blue, orange, and green coming back to the ribbons on her form. "Robin? He said that?"

"My terminal's shared a lot of things with me, even if I don't see you in every dream, Vy." Sieg lets go of the pommel of Astolfo's sword then, reaching out to Vy's desk instead to pick up her most prized possession. The Tales of Robin Hood seem to glow brighter once he's gingerly cradling it to himself, the wafting mana from its covers seemingly warming the inside of the room — inside the shared dream as he slowly holds it out within Vy's reach. Within the right distance for Vy's shaky hands to take — a perfect chance to hold them in his. The book was hers, in the end. And he was—

A dragon. A homunculus. Her friend. Through everything. And that meant—

Sieg smiles what feels like a true, genuine smile while using one thumb to rub the back of Vy's knuckles. "Even a homunculus like me could see how much he loves you. How much he doesn't want to give up now because of you. So it's about time to leave your bittersweet memories, my friend. Let me take you on that flight I originally offered after all this. There's someone I think you should see."

It was the least he could do, once Vy took her childhood book from his hands to hug tight to herself, a single tear streaking her cheek as she did.

When stretching his wings out to full length in an urban neighborhood, Sieg couldn't help but feel grateful that this was a dream. He wouldn't have to worry about violating the rules of the Mystic that Mages held so viciously with his full dragon form, and he could feel Vy's tiny hand on his back. One was better than none, even if a part of him wanted her to use both.

(He couldn't fault her for taking part of her childhood with her. More so when the book that let her meet her beloved Archer was still glowing, as if to act as a beacon for Sieg and where he meant to fly to next.)

"Hang on tight, old friend." Sieg exhales to ignore the urge to breathe fire on Vy's childhood neighborhood, flapping his wings once-twice before kneeling. "I'll keep you safe."

He tries to take solace in the quiet "Aye" he can hear past the wind, right before he lets go of the asphalt ground.

The houses that make up part of Vy's memory quickly shrink to colorful, almost meaningless dots along the horizon as Sieg looks out to the blue sky, the few white fluffy clouds, and the great expanse of the ocean past the beach coast.

It honestly was beautiful, but—

"Is this speed alright, Vy? Not too uncomfortable?"

"N-No, I'm okay, I'm okay, really!" To Sieg's slowly growing joy, he could hear a smile in her voice, the first time he heard it since starting this mutual dream with her. Vy even laughs, and it's the softest she's ever sounded. "This actually feels amazing! Heck, you're going amazing, Sieg!"

…Good. He kept the triumphant thought to himself, flapping his wings once more. "Keep hanging onto my back then, friend." Sieg did his best to hide his own dragon grin once the ocean started disappearing in favor of another coastline — a bright green forest-y coastline. Just what he was looking for. "We'll be landing soon."

"Landing? Landing where—?" Vy cuts herself off once she could see the forest too, and there's no mistaking how her tiny figure seems to tense up against the muscles of his shoulder blades. "Sieg, this is—"

"I told you that there was someone I thought you should see, didn't I?" Sieg slowly extends all four of his limbs out once he sees the Sherwood Forest of Nottingham come into view, two flaps of his wings being enough of a buffer to help slow his flight. There was a good open clearing between all the yew trees that could serve as a landing point. And if Sieg knew who was at the other side of the foliage, he could trust his terminal unit's memory. It was why he admitted, "And it's not just me — Scathach-Skadi helped with the connection. She did say you had trouble finding him in your dreams."

Vy makes a soft Uuu noise once he lands with a fwomp against the grass, another Muu coming out in response to his slowly folding his wings back for her to disembark from her back. His enhanced vision as a dragon lets him see how she's fidgeting from the corner of his eye, the green ribbon from her left wrist glowing to match the book cradled in her other arm. "Even if that's true… Sieg, that doesn't mean—"

"Don't finish that sentence." Sieg ignores the urge to roll his eyes, extending one wing to gently bat at Vy's hair. "I know your Grailed Caster through my terminal, friend. And I know she'd do anything to help you be happy. I said it, didn't I? I'm acting upon a favor for her, just to help you too." Ignoring how Vy yelps, Sieg gestures with his head. "It's about time you should go grab some happiness and hope for yourself. Because when you're human, you can have as much time as you want, Vy."

After all, Sieg knew he meant every word. Because not even a few meters away, even if his tunic and cloak were slightly different from the memories of Sieg's terminal, there's no mistaking the familiar Lincoln green clothes of Robin Hood. Vy's own Robin Hood. Putting some arrows away into the quiver strung up against his back too.

(Sieg knew that there were casually dressed versions of Arturia Pendragon and Achilles nearby as well. The hushed voices they were sharing with the slightly battered Robin made it obvious. Perhaps that was the miracle of dreams, bringing Vy's Big Three together in a fantasy of the Sherwood Forest to wait for her. On an imaginary hunt of their own too.)

(Sieg wouldn't put it past Scathach-Skadi — former Lostbelt King and now Grailed Caster of the girl at his side — to be up for doing this. Bringing all the pieces together for a singular happy dream, just for the girl with him.)

Vy opens her mouth wordlessly at the sight of Robin, the blue glimmers from before starting to solidify into bright blue stars against the blurred lenses of her glasses. Her grip on her book of The Tales of Robin Hood tightens, and Sieg takes it in with only a second of consideration.

With a stretch of his neck, Sieg reached out to gently bump Vy's head again with his snout. Her hair barely tickles his chin past all the draconic scales and his breath, but the sentiment was real.

"Go on, Vy. He's waiting for you. And, whether it's heavy or not, I know he'll always wait for you. He always has, especially when he believes in you."

Just like how I have been for Ruler. For Jeanne.

Just like how I always will.

Until she comes home.

Vy turns on her bare feet, looking up at him with wide, teary eyes. "Sieg…"

"Go on, Vy. I'll be fine."

Despite saying that, despite seeing the signs in Vy's starry, Sieg can't stop himself from flapping his wings once in surprise when Vy proceeds to do the opposite of his expectations. Instead of running to her beloved, she runs up to him, to his snout, extending one hand just to press against the side of his jaw and lower her head to touch his. "You…" she lets out a teary, relief-filled kind of laugh. "You deserve to live and be happy too, Sieg. With me, with Big Robin, with everybody."

Sieg slowly closes his eyes once his senses start registering Vy's warmth and mana past his scales. "...But I already am. Terminal included."

Vy laughs again, balancing The Tales of Robin Hood in the crooks of her elbows in favor of extending her other hand to hold his snout in both palms. "Then… Then I owe you again. A-At this point, it feels like I'll always keep owing you, and wanting to pay you back."

Sieg tried not to snort. "That… that is just a part of what friendship is, isn't it?"

Another laugh. Then, to Sieg's surprise, Vy closes her eyes and leans in to press a kiss to the top of his nose. Even through his draconic scales, it's soft and warm. "Silly Sieg. That'll just go on forever… but… but that kind of friendship doesn't sound too bad." She presses two more kisses to his head, one for each eyelid, before slowly stepping back. Sieg opens his eyes to see her cross her hands behind her back, the unshed tears past her lashes accentuating the wobbly, hopeful smile on her face. "Thank you, Sieg."

Sieg doesn't even have to nudge her with his snout again before she turns for the last time in the dream, away from him, just to run towards her Archer.

"Of course, Vy… my first beloved friend."

Waiting for the eventual reunion between two "lovebirds" just has Sieg lie down in the grass with one eye open.

Robin Hood doesn't startle when Vy approaches him with her white dress, mismatched colorful ribbons, and bare feet. If anything, he only twitches when her left hand comes up to tug at his mantle, green eyes widening at the sight of her once they make eye contact. Vy giggles shyly then, murmuring something that Sieg can vaguely make out as, I'm sorry I'm late, but that's all she can get before Robin is tugging at her hand, bringing her close for a long awaited, passionate kiss amongst sunbeams and yew trees. The Tales of Robin Hoodthat brought them together merely falls to the ground in a tumble brought about by their love, the green glow of its covers fading to subside into a more modern, familiar cover that Sieg could vaguely recall from his terminal's memories.

Seeing that, seeing Vy flush and squeak at the attention, is enough to convince Sieg to close his other eye and rest his head between two legs.

The purple runes circling the backs of his eyelids as he rested simply proved that his favor was done. Each new symbol seemed to be Skadi's way of promising, I'll bring Jeanne to you.

No matter what, Sieg was content. After all, one dream was achieved. Now he could go back to sleep and resume his wait for his own to come true.