Jack stopped dead as the world began to change, loading his crossbow as fast as he could. Once he heard the voice his fingers fumbled and dropped the bolt he was using, which sank into the mud. Jack pulled another out and loaded it in as fast as he could, then quickly aimed up at the tree. He looked at it, seeing everything he'd ever faced, and dropped his weapon. "This isn't happening..." he said quietly, "This can't be real... That's not possible..." Jack looked up at Dradel, shaking his head slowly. "You can't be here, you were never here to begin with! How can you control my mind so much that even my dreams offer no escape?! You can't be doing this, it's not possible!" Jack felt his feet becoming mired in the mud, so he began pulling them out as best he could. Jack pulled out his sword and yelled angrily, "Come down here! This is my mind, and I'm willing to kill you in order to take it back! I deserve the peace my dreams offer me, you have no right to rob me of even that!"