I wish I could, Will. I sincerely do. But this place isn't real. Neither are the cells where we have thought ourselves to be for the past couple of days. It's all been an illusion, and we need to leave now if we are to escape.

[He doesn't move, though, continuing to stroke Will's hair, more on his mind.]

You and I are conjoined. And I believe that we can come to an agreement that will satisfy us both, with regard to who is at risk from us.