"Heh." Mick smiled a little as he felt a bubble of sick bitterness roll around in his gut, a weird crushing sadness he wished he didn't feel. Of course. "So you really ain't real then." That was -- strangely disappointing but Mick didn't expect any more than that. Those words were all he needed to hear to know this wasn't Snart. "Now I'm just hearing what I want to hear." He had lost it entirely. He was imagining things, he was hearing things he wanted to hear and clearly, that meant it had to be total bullshit.

"Like I said. I'm done. Get out of my head."