[A silence falls. He had no reason to tell Maxwell anything. He’d won, after all. However, he felt a sort of… resonance? with the older man. It was a bit like how he’d felt comfortable confiding in Frieda when they had first met. He had no way of knowing yet how deep their similarities truly ran but he knew that they had both ended up in strange and troublesome fantastical worlds - homes away from home. Maybe this was someone who would understand.

… … At the very least, he should probably let Maxwell know what kind of person he was sooner rather than later so that he didn’t get the wrong idea about him.

He turns back and stares quietly at the screen as it plays through a demo match.]

… In exchange for my life, I was made to take an experimental drug that induced a deep sleep. It was a rehabilitation program that played out through my dreams.

[That was a start.]