Hands wind around his throat and his air supply is cut off, making him choke on his words and abandon them for the moment as he struggles to pry Edward's fingers from around his throat. For as great as victory is, one can hardly enjoy it when one has stopped breathing.
The dream shifts abruptly then, the darkness becoming all-encompassing before fading out slightly into a cold, grey light. The walls and floor around them are cold, iron bars slashing the sunlight through the one window into slices of brightness, another set of bars set between them. Lucas jumps back at the sight, stumbling over the slick stone ground, his back slamming against the wall directly behind him.