[ Eames follows after Arthur to the table with a dread deepening the frown upon his brows. This is... He feared Arthur would say that. ]

There's always the possibility of there being more of us in a dream, Arthur, [ he says as he takes a seat at the other side of the table and searches for Arthur's gaze. ] But there are other ways to get to the same results. [ He has a feeling Arthur has already fallen into believing this person, though. And it worries him greatly. ]

How long this other me has been here? [ he asks and completely ignores the little detail about Fischer. Robbie will just have to come second right now. ]