[Comparatively, the very fact of those changes in reality - the haziness, the blurred edges of surreality as though disrupted out of sleep and not wholly awake yet - is what sets Itachi so alert. They are the first signals of a mental trap. Details skewed, or repeated, or otherwise wrong. At this point that instinct is more ingrained in him than anything else: the ability to determine what is real and what is lie.

Were it not for his younger brother's intervention, he might not have accepted the truth of what this place is. Simply... a shared dream.

Taking that answer for the information it provides, Itachi nods his head.]

Yes. And our minds aren't alone within it. However, where our bodies may be... that is more difficult to discern. [Dark eyes once more sweep over Julian's changed monster form.] You were not a creature of this nature before, I assume. Has the change affected your sensory perceptions?