Which begs the question of who, or what brought us here.

[ it's not a comfortable thought to sit with, for sure, but percy stops talking once pike takes his hand and pats the back of it. it distracts his thoughts, and he offers her something of a sheepish smile. it seems more than a little absurd to be shaken by something he knows is obviously fake, considering pike's point . . . ]

We have, haven't we. [ with a slight exhale, a catching of his breath, as he turns his attention back to the tree. ] I suppose we'll just have to handle this, too. The sooner we figure out how to break this illusion, the better. We'll need to hurry.

[ at least it isn't a door. ]