"Wouldn't that only assure you that you were out," he asked, quite serious though not accusatory. So much in his life came back around to what one endured in the dream, and how well they got out of it. Or never got out.
The plans Arthur had were cut off as he winced. "Technically," he said, pushing open another door and ushering Charles through. "I did. I'm well trained and my subconscious is militarized."