That's a thought we've all had - 'everyone else is a figment of my imagination.' It's a matter of scope. [And ultimately, Qilby will be very surprised if someone's dreams came up with something like him.]

[There it is. Qilby's hand goes to his gun, tucked away in its stupid little holster; he's ready to draw at C-ta's first sign of hostility. Still, he's smiling, though it's become more of a smirk about the eyes.]

If you take my heart out with an axe, I'll be quite impressed. [He's cocky as ever, not even registering that he might be facing down his first death in this world, for real this time.] Come, now; give it a try.