"How pleasant." No, he has enough to deal with now without tossing additional wild card variables into the mix. He has to sever that new vector of his thoughts ruthlessly; no need to give his subconscious any ideas to make this any more of a disagreeable experience than it already is.

Truant's noise of discomfort is discounted as irrelevant but the noise his rabbit makes is not. Rush makes quiet note of it: some kind of telepathic link there. Interesting. Nonsensical, of course, due to the dubious nature of all dreams, particularly ones involving rabbits and panthers that can verbalize, but interesting.

"This happens frequently, then?" he mutters, almost to himself, spitting out frequently in venomous undertone.