[He shakes his head. A rubbish dream world, maybe—but they're living in it.]

But it is yours now. Just like all the rest of us. Maybe we won't stay, but that doesn't mean we won't have left a mark.

[With his future almost certainly an early end, Ferran intends to cling to every moment of the present he has. It means something, to be here.]

Until then, we have to live here for however long this dream self thing lasts. Months, maybe years. And things have consequences here, just like everywhere else.