“You don't have to do this," Ronan said.
"There isn't anything else, man."
"There's reality."
Kavinsky laughed the word. "Reality! Reality's what other people dream for you."
"Reality's where other people are," Ronan replied. He stretched out his arms. "What's here, K? Nothing! No one!"
"Just us."
There was a heavy understanding in that statement, amplified by the dream. I know what you are, Kavinsky had said.
"That's not enough," Ronan replied.”