At least all the trauma hasn't robbed Mat of his most polished skill. He even manages a weak chuckle of his own.

"You and me both, my fine fellow prisoner. Their problems are none of mine, and I've plenty of my own already." Oh, but it's a bad sign, isn't it? All their talk of being special.

He glances down at the emblem on his tunic.

"No, I didn't ask. But I'm taking it as fortuitous - the Wheel of Fortune. Dunno where you hail from, but me...the Wheel guides everything, spinning the pattern of existence. And fortune, well, who doesn't want that?"

Either literally or figuratively.