Cyril shakes his head. "I'm not sure. You've already told me this isn't a dream, but I... I just have a hard time believing it. You are..."

He stops, takes a breath. "You are too much like someone I would dream up. This all feels too much like a dream I would have. I don't want to go to sleep here and wake up back there."

Somehow admitting he thinks his life right now is a dream makes everything too frightening. Perhaps putting words to the feeling is enough to make everything end.