[His brows furrow as Chara mentions death, not wanting to study the implications there.]

I would hope dying somewhere causes them to be dead.

[Whatever, he'll address this later.]

So this is a dream?

[I don't dream, he thinks. How can he be dreaming? Even when he does sleep, he doesn't dream. Has he been kidnapped? Was the Stockade breeched by that blackness? Is he trapped worse than before?]

... Do you know of a way to get out? Or the circumstances in which one might find themselves here? I find myself concerned of the... implications.