With a gesture towards the city through the glass doors, Onyx dismisses the claim.

"And you're not there—in the world he truly is."

He retrieves Ferran's necklace, sliding it over his head with a purposeful movement, before closing the young man's unblinking eyes and getting to his feet.

"I'm more qualified to judge the matter than you. After all, his time in Geardagas meant nothing in his home. It changed nothing, and he remembered nothing. Why would your dream world be any different?"