Conner frowns, reaching down to scratch at Krypto's ears. "They could keep us from fighting when we got here, when they took my clothes. The guards can do that too?" he asks.

"So they put you in VR because you were too fast? Why didn't they just let you learn?" Conner says. It makes sense to him, but then VR just sounds like another variation of being locked up to him. He's not a fan.

Conner follows most of that, but not entirely. He does latch on to one thing though, face brightening. "Dick's here?" Logic catches up to him though, and he reasons through it. "Not the same Dick, either, right?"