[Welp. That's an understandable reaction. He winces at the 'thud' of the book hitting the wall, and can't help the quip that escapes him.] That's literature abuse, you know.

[All joking aside, though, Terra more than understands that kind of frustration.] Mm... true enough. There's not much we can do that will really affect this place. Our powers, our faces, the food, our surroundings... all fake. But not everything here is an illusion.

[He closes the book he was reading and gestures at his own heart with his now free hand, and then taps the side of his head.] This, and this - our hearts, minds, souls - call them what you want - those are real enough. They can inflict whatever horrors or torture they want on us, but they can't change who we are at our core. And that is something they can't take away from us.

[Oops. He just had a moment.]