I thought we were done with dreams when we woke up from that hell island.

[it's almost unsettling, to see joshua out of his element like this. it's very unlike what he's learned of shibuya's enigmatic composer in the few weeks they'd had together. he may not know that shibuya's heart's been taken, that its essence had been put to sleep, but he knows something is wrong.]

Look, if me being here means I'm stuck in your dream... then I'm here for as long as that's gonna last, I guess. Are we the only "real" things here?