"Yes, well...hopefully my word could be taken for truth from whoever I was with at the time." But he does see his point.
Charles hurries after him, bullets hitting the walls behind them as they move. "I don't suppose you could tell them to stop? ...they wouldn't shoot you, right? You're the dreamer." Not that he was entertaining ideas of using him as a shield, but it did seem counterproductive for someone to shoot oneself in a dream.