And that right there--the potential for something more, for reaching and doing greater things--is precisely why Merlin loves humanity. Mere animals don't dream, not like that, even if there's often many rough patches along the way.

For the moment though, since his offer to make a more accommodating dreamscape was declined, Merlin will just make things more to his liking, instead. The surrounding fleshy tunnels seem to fade away, replaced with a vista of a flower-filled plain under a vivid blue sky. It's not truly there, and the nightmare tunnels aren't truly gone, but at least Merlin can surround himself with something he finds more pleasant while the robot examines his flowers.