Makoto takes an uncertain step backwards when he's approached, and it does look as if he's going to fall—but he catches himself before it becomes more than just a slight stumble. If the walls didn't keep blinking at him—an eye appearing here, an eye disappearing there—he would have used it to steady himself, but he didn't want to get much closer to them.

"I can't," he says, shaking his head and looking... honestly, pretty defeated. He was exhausted and didn't know what was going on—hadn't known what was going on since he'd arrived. And now this... how was he supposed to deal with something this surreal? "It's... there were..." Eyes. There were eyes in the water he'd tried to drink earlier, staring up at him translucently. But if he acknowledged the eyes, they'd be real—and this was a dream... it was a dream...

He closes his own eyes for a moment and lets his head droop forward. "I just... need to rest."