Luke mostly listened to the rabbit for the only thing he honestly cared about - the way out. This "looking glass" that the creature refered to was apparently the strange mirror that he had seen when he first entered the dream, and while he was getting sick of the small creatures condescending attitude, he refused to make a comment - mother always said to be nice to people if you could, and he didn't really want to get on the bad side of some demon monster, especially when he has no control over this dream. What did piss him off was how the rabbit blatantly admitted to bringing them despite knowing that they were unable to return. Luke quickly grew angry, preparing for the damn rat to stop rambling on and on so that he could interject - he was always taught never to interrupt, and the habit unfortunately carried over when speaking with someone as unpleasant as the rodent. That immediately stopped as soon as the creature pulled out a gun and shot another kid in the damn head. The wound was superficial at best, and there wasn't even any real blood, but Luke couldn't care less.

[color=a36209]"The fuck are you doing ya damn rat!? You nearly killed the kid you brought over!?"[/color]

Luke felt the intense desire to strangle the damn rodent as he blatantly ignored Luke, continuing on his monologue. Eventually, the rabbit ended on the message of freeing the children that the news had been ranting on and on about for the last few months, those afflicted with P3 syndrome. While Luke did feel sympathetic towards them, he held the rabbit in extreme caution - the creature had to be keeping something secret, and was obviously unstable. It shot a fucking child for god's sake! A child that it brought into a nightmare specifically over to help. 

This was the moment that Luke realized this wasn't a dream. He didn't do drugs, and he sure as hell wasn't this creative. But most of all, Luke couldn't imagine creating such an unlikable creature from his own subconscious. It was taking great willpower not to cuss the small creature out, but the boy that was shot quickly began to deform, resulting in a new appearance and a somewhat disgruntled child. The worry that Luke held rose even more considering his appearance had changed incredibly, and was only cushioned by the fact that the boy was generally uncaring towards the change. A blond child spoke, bringing up a very good point - the fact that most of the group didn't really care about each other. Luke didn't dislike any of the people that were present, but he couldn't really say he cared either. A far better option would have been to pull people who were sleeping in a close vicinity - at least then, they would be familiar with one another.

A man older than Luke brought up the best point so far - While Luke cared greatly for the sufferers of P3 syndrome thanks to his prior experiences with comas, he despised the rabbit for dragging them to some nightmare simply because they "needed help" against some queen. Perhaps a "Hey, please help out" rather than telling them what they had to do after dragging them into a figurative and literal deathtrap. Luke nodded as the man spoke. As soon as he found an opening, Luke began to speak.

[color=a36209]"Fuck you, Mr. Rat. The guy in the trench coat is right. If we believe what you're saying, you dragged at least a dozen or so people into a world against their will, and one guy died because of it. For all he knew, this was a dream, and he wanted to be a big damn hero. Now you're telling us to help you, someone we should by all means hate right now? If you hadn't mentioned the P3 syndrome afflicted and didn't have that gun, I'd really want to kick your shit in."[/color]