"Perhaps," he answered after a moment, but it was clear by the tone of his voice that Kit wasn't entirely convinced. "I've never had a figment of my imagination attempt to convince me I was dreaming before."

He rose to his full height, dusting off his hands. A futile gesture in a dream, but he nevertheless wanted all traces of that eyeball gone as opposed to clinging to him. The thought made his skin crawl, reminding him of the strange masked man he'd seen in the very first vision he'd had at the Leviathan Habitat, the man who'd had a bizarre fixation with him. Or with Kurama, at least. Probably...the eyeball was his creation or least connected to him somehow.

But Ciro had asked a question, one Kit wasn't sure how to answer. Time felt strange here, as time usually felt inside of a dream. Like it was stopped, but also like it was slipping by impossibly fast. After a few moments more he shook his head.

"How long doesn't matter." Meaning no, he didn't know. There wasn't any way to tell, either. "I'll stay as long as I can. I want to see more."