"Maybe." He doesn't sound like he believes it. Mostly because he doesn't. The voices - the voices sounded real but they also didn't come from anywhere. It was just one of his senses, not all of them.

If he thought too hard about his hands, he could still feel them disintegrating before his eyes.

They started to shake again, and he clenched them tightly into fists at his side, as if he could get himself to calm down purely from refusing the tremor. It wasn't particularly effective.

"Whether I - Whether I was hallucinatin' or not, there's - there's no way we should be leavin' each other to somethin' like that. Any of us. That's all. I just - I don't want any of you to --" He cut off, swallowing, looking away. "... Not alone."