"Whaaat," he says slowly. The way she's talking about it - there's obviously information he's missing. What defines the group? What causes it to happen? Who are the people who have to get used to it?

All good questions he's not actually asking. He's still stuck on the thing itself. "So we're dreaming, right now," he says. "You and me are both dreaming... the same dream."

"Keep reiterating that, I'm sure it'll help," sighs Persis.

"I'm just trying to-" Castor cuts himself off with an exasperated exhale. "This feels incredibly real."

"It's also incredibly illogical," says Persis. "There is absolutely no ambient light, what light we have isn't working normal, and you have an animal self talking to you. Did you not suspect maybe something was off?"

"I..." Well, those are all good points. Stymied, he refocuses on the dim outline of Sunshine. "Is there... a way to wake up?" he asks cautiously.