[Vigil just watches him struggle, and really, he finds no enjoyment out of this. For some reason, he feels like he can relate to feeling trapped, although maybe not fully in this manner. As such, he dares not admit his thoughts, letting his arms fold in front of his chest.]

I don't expect you to do anything. ...And I find it hard to believe that you'll remain still for the remainder of your time.

[He holds back a sigh. Guess this will be a long night.]

It seems that neither you or I will sleep.