My dreams are what they are; I see no reason to try to hide that if the subject comes up. Besides, we're allies here, if only allies by circumstance.

[Lupa shrugs, expression mild, but exuding confidence.] Even if you mean me harm, my comrades have my back.

[Then his brow furrows, gaze going distant for a moment, like he's trying to grasp at a word or memory that keeps slipping away.]

Magic, yes. Voodoo... is something else, I think. But my memories of Greg Ledet's life in Louisiana aren't very clear anymore.