Feliks is beginning to doubt his ability to just... have a conversation right now. It feels like a minefield, littered with traps like how are you and what have you been up to and other things he doesn't actually want to talk about.

Kanji's comment has him remembering the dream -- remembering the strange mockery of Fai, the way it moved, the panic of seeing him like that. It had been upsetting enough at the time, but now, with him gone...

When they were in the dream, he was all fire and courage in spite of the danger. Fear is something he knows how to conquer, something he can make himself better than.

Grief is proving more of a challenge. The memory of that part of the dream strikes at the most wounded part of him, and he flinches as if it were physical.

"...Yeah, it was pretty messed up!"