[ Jayce didn't have to look too carefully. Silco's face, as he breathed still, trying to catch his breath, was a lot more expressive than his usual cool, even impassive expression. He didn't have the ability of youth to come back so quick.

He pressed his palm to his leg, to try to staunch the bleeding, even if it got the mess elsewhere. It would do for now. ]

No, I don't think it is. [ He admitted, begrudging. He was loathe to allow Jayce the win in that regard as well, but he was a brilliant man, regardless of his personal opinion of him. He likely understood what they saw just as well as Silco -- better, in fact, although he wouldn't admit it. ]

I think we have to be honest with what we saw, as well. There is the... possibility that it was no dream.

Unlikely as it is, it isn't something to deny, unless we find proof.