On one hand, he was relieved by what Lucina was implying- she acknowledged that he wasn't the real Chrom, and it seemed she was trying to tell him that there were others in the same situation, much like herself.  On the other, she only confirmed that this "bad dream" wasn't at all something he could just pinch himself awake from.  He felt a little lightheaded as he accepted her request, allowing her to embrace.  Even if she was a complete stranger to him now, there was something familiar and warm about her presence.  Jason couldn't identify where it had rooted itself, but he felt a protective instinct flare up when it was over.  When he could stand again, he made for the door, to pass her.  He didn't want to be in this room any longer- the smell of blood and sterile equipment was driving him mad.<br/><br/>"I'm going to take a leap of faith here and guess that I can't just tap my red slippers together and be back home, can I?"  He peered down the long corridor.  There were shadows moving at the end of it, people moving around.  He wondered if they were other people inhabiting fictional bodies, as Lucina explained.  He guessed the Overseer she'd mentioned was somehow responsible for this Underland.