[Something about Nox's particular wording gets Estinien's attention, reaching past his exterior of sullen quiet. It's clear that he's been trying to escape, by the bruising on his face and the blood still caked along his nostrils. The 'World of Twelve' seems to strike him as familiar, even if it's unknowingly an incorrect assumption on his part.]

Quiet.

[He's angry, but only because Nox is putting words to the exact thing that's been on his mind this entire time. He felt it happen. He saw it all melt away, while he did nothing to stop it. And yet... he's still here... and yet...]

It's not over. It couldn't... [Not after all they'd done, all they'd fought for.] ...With all that's happened, it could just as easily be some trickery of the mind. Would you truly be so credulous?