Quiet again, Oswald wills his mind to work, to process, to think. He doesn't look at Ed directly as he does so, his eyes instead falling somewhere at the other man's collar in an unfocused stare, nostrils flaring every so often with deep, heavy breathes from a combination of trying to keep firm hold of his various squirming emotions while simultaneously trying to force this nonsensical situation into something that even vaguely makes sense.

Then, his shoulders start to tremor ever so slightly, silent chuckles slowly coming into sound as a smile draws out across his face and wags a finger in Ed's general direction.

"This? This is a dream. And you--" he pauses for effect, making a sardonic little humming sound as he goes, "Are not real!"

He spreads his arms out widely.

"None of this is real! How could it be? I mean, honestly! World hopping? Time travel? Pffff!" one hand makes a swatting gesture, like the very idea of Duplicity, and Ed for that matter, are flies to bat away. "Definitely a dream!"