Snow smiled as Nick consoled him, offering friendship freely. But he knew, more than ever, that he needed to find more solutions before the group collapsed under the sheer weight of egoes (including his own), anger, and negative emotions. And so he patted Nick's arm, as if to reassure him that he was all right now. "Thanks for the help," he said mildly. "I won't forget this."

Alice's attempt to console the boy also came as a surprise, and Snow said to her as the tears faded, "Thank you as well."

Turning to Gale, the boy would say, still warmly but less so, "Who are you? I haven't seen you in the intitial gathering." He then looked at Nick again, then back at Gale. "Either way, thanks to the both of you for trying to help."

"But now..." He listened to Rhys' words, silently approving. "It is time to listen to the White Rabbit's explanations; I wish I had a notebook and pencil." But despite his words, Snow was left with a new appreciation of his vulnerabilities; he had lost face for [i]very[/i] good reasons. 

As he listened further, Snow interjected, "The Potential? What do you mean, Mr. Rabbit? This mix of people seems electic; varied. There are only a few common factors among them - wait, so you [i]did[/i] bring us here? That makes any defense of you and your actions much harder, doesn't it?" 

Snow bit his tounge at that, aware that his pompousness was returning.

[i]Basically, we're in another world connected to the human mind - no, the collective unconciousness of all human minds. Like the Warp from Warhammer 40k, but less over-the-top, believe it or not.[/i] Those were his thoughts a split-second before he said, "Are you trying to imply that you are born from Humanity's dreams and thoughts, which in turn means that you can't truly be destroyed without destroying Humanity?"

Then the White Rabbit would shoot Gale, destroying the simulacrum that hid the young man's true form; a boy of his own age group. Loping over to Gale, Snow would examine his fellow adolescent closely, before pulling at his ears and hair.

"Amazing!" Snow didn't notice Alice's indignation at what the White Rabbit did, and kept saying, "It seems that you are just as real as I am; what's your name? Mine is Snow Cecil."

The talk about the dead member of their group brought Snow back to the discussion at hand; same for Adam and Alice asking the needed questions before the boy himself could. But it seems that one of his earlier speculations were right; this was the place where the 'P3 Syndrome Children' were whisked away to. Or their minds, at least. Snow would then speak, "So, you're looking for people with the [i]mystic[/i] potential to fight alongside you."

Facing the White Rabbit directly, the boy would then say, "But you guys made a big mistake; by selecting such a large number of people at random, you've made it inevitable that the ranks of your desired 'allies' are divided into factions of their own. Correct me if I'm wrong, but our divisions, worsened by the death of one of us, as well as the fact that we're all annoying one another - even I am doing that right now - that does not make us the best candidates for a cohesive group, right?" 

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