Denial is a wonderful, beautiful thing. From where Harry's standing it's what lets most people back in his old stomping grounds sleep peacefully. It's what lets them walk around happy and carefree in the dark. Instead of curling up with a death grip on the nearest weapon they can find staring in open terror at the dark.

Like they should be.

But maybe that's not the way it is everywhere on all these other worlds. He sympathizes, he really does, but denial isn't a useful thing in a situation like this. It's only going to end up a stumbling block.

"Is so." He shrugs, glancing Yoshiko's way but not fully pulling his eyes off the dragon. It's probably stupid but digging his heels in is how he copes with things. "Maybe not where you came from but it where I'm from and here too, apparently. I know cause I'm a special kind of lunatic who's done it."