[Kavinsky thought he had experienced all of the worst of feelings he could possibly feel throughout his life, but he was wrong. Realizing he could no longer dream here like he could in the living world, that was the worst by far. If he felt dead before, this was certainly like dying all over again. Simulated sleep isn't sleep and the things that appear when he wants them, they're not his creations, they're only a part of this fucked up system. It's a nightmare.

He discovered this far too early on and that's when the suicide attempts started up again, except he couldn't do that either, because he would just keep waking up. Over and over again. For a long time he wondered if this was hell. Now, he's pretty much sure of it.

Kavinsky feels the same, or worse than he felt back then, only far more defeated. Ronan looks the same in some ways, but he can tell that there's a lot of differences as well. Ones he has to relearn (Why does he have to? He hates this piece of shit, damn it). And yet he's letting Ronan in, shutting his door and taking a long swig of vodka before holding it out to Ronan.]

I told you you'd get lonely being the only other fucker here like me. Does this place feel like paradise, or what?

[He snorts, his tone dripping with sarcasm]