Dylan's eyes drop to the chains, then dart back up to Merritt's face. Another slam of psychic energy follows, like a shock collar turned up to its highest voltage.

"Yeah, so you keep saying." And as he's said time and time again, it was real enough for him and he's still burdened with the memories of another forty years with his father. He's still living with the fact that Merritt all but made him murder him. Actively watching as a child was bad enough; all of this has apparently broken him, if he's turning on his family. And Merritt missed it, misjudged just how angry he really was.

"We'll see how real you think this all is, after you've been here awhile." A beat. "If I ever let you out."