He doesn't know why it feels so real to him. It was a dream, or perhaps a vision, yet, but... maybe it was because of what came before it. The darkness, eating away at him, and him not having the strength to stop it. Maybe it feels like a failing on his part, like something he should have resisted but failed to.

Her words help him, though. He's always felt more grounded with someone inclined towards more hopeful thoughts. That, at least, he can take solace in. He shifts his body, leaning in closer to her. He wants to make sure she stays here with him.

He go on bemoaning their fate, he has plenty of ammunition, but he keeps those thoughts to himself for now. He needs to think about their future, at least for a moment.

"They were prepared for us," he says, quietly. "Prepared for us to emerge. Could they know of our experiences? Of the nature of our arrival?"

They clearly haven't been interested in telling them so far if they do, but he wants to know her perspective on it. Had she seen anything he hadn't?