Benedict doesn't look at him, and in fact all the wind seems to be gone from his sails, if ever it was there at all.

"The dream wasn't real," he says in a soft, introspective tone, "and the first time I 'got away', if you want to call it that, it was under the agreement to betray Riftwatch. I spent the better part of a year in the dungeon, and will probably never be trusted again. If I ever was."

He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear.

"So just. ...don't feel too bad, about what didn't really happen. It's not like you compromised anything in the waking world." Unlike some of us, goes unspoken.