"Uh, sort of." There's no simplistic standpoint to take here, so he figures it's safest to build to it in the gradual sense. "We're in the Dreaming. I'm - not sure if I'm actually capable of really dreaming anymore."

That little vestige of his humanity had been one of the first things whose absence he'd been able to take note of. Like the loss of a psychic limb.

"But - yes. I came through a few - " He halts, frustrated, unable to track the trajectory of his arrival and the passage of time since then. His expression twists briefly, pained, before he can finish, "a while ago."