[Lenka stays against the barrier in the lake, though he slumps a little against it when Mitsuru speaks, his hands curling into loose fists against it. He doesn't do anything like start hammering on the barrier, though; having seemingly accepted its solidity. And perhaps the frontal collision had at least knocked a little sense back into him.

His voice is still small, a little lost.]

It's a hallucination. It's not solid. [it sounds like he's trying to convince himself] There's coral, so I thought-- I should have thought--

[He's starting to lose track of what the hallucinations should or shouldn't be telling him, though. The coral belongs here, of course, but none of the people around him do except for what sounds like Mitsuru's voice, behind him. He vaguely recognizes this spell; it seems to be a favorite. Mitsuru isn't dead.]

We're not dead.