[Prefect has fallen quiet by now, his eyes squeezed shut as if he was trying to block out what Sam is saying. He shakes his head violently, trying with everything he has in him to reject the fact that everything Sam is saying resonates with him.]

I'm not like you Comrade!

[The words come out too fast, too sharp, half accusation and half self defense. He swallows hard, looking down.]

He's not pushing me to it, and it's not... I'm not... I didn't have to be like this, I didn't just magically become real when I got here, I was real before and I didn't have to feel then! This place is what's destroying me. You just don't understand.