[What did you expect? Just because you're constantly shocked by the fact that he has a brain between his pointy ears doesn't mean he wants to listen to you prattle on all the bloody time.]

Or, more simply--tis real, despite your misgivings.

[He knows what he's going with. Seems to be working out fairly well for him so far, he's not getting tossed down the stairs and refusing medical treatment to test the limits of a possibly non-existent simulation.

He sighs and shakes his head.]

Would not one with power enough to drag one such as you across worlds and keep you here, have enough to keep you from breaking what shackles it's placed on you? Or I, for that matter.