"... great." Just what he needs. If it's not one thing, it's another. Neku sighs, glancing off to the side and at nothing in particular. Demons in some sort of apocalyptic Utopian paradise, or experiments in an unforgiving space station? Which one is worse?

He's silent for a long moment, thinking... When he speaks a few seconds later, he doesn't bother looking back. "This... isn't a dream, right? Or a hallucination?"