[The pitch in sound that Ryuji feels, deep down in his stomach, at the acknowledgement of a girl screaming rattles him straight down to the core. Even in his trapped state, he still feels the need to protect everyone other than himself. He holds out on the idea that if he gets to the center of the maze, this place will let him back into his actual self and not this weird, barely corporeal form that he knows isn't his real body.

Something's keeping him here, and he just... he just wants to get out. But even as he has those thoughts, Wonderland whispers doubts into his heart, that no matter how far he tries to wriggle free, he's still going to be here.

It's like wandering the Astral plane again.]

Blake! Shit, I.

Yeah, man, it's really me. God, I'm so.

[He looks like he might actually cry at any moment.]

I'm so happy to see you.

Wait, you're real too, right? Prove it. What's that song we sang in the desert?

[The one they both agreed

Never Happened.]