((How come you dare do this to me xD))

There's not much to say.
It's just a mess. If mind-reading were hsappening in the thread right now, it would probably be hard to tell what Dion has as a priority. 
Because one one hand he wants to know what's going on, and on the other hand he wants to be able to move. The second thought is stronkger. Dion selfishly wants to be in another situation, just somewhere else more comfortable, with free movement, less panic, but all of this without even thinking of how or why it would be possible and without giving much thought to Wiley and Rai there. Some more rational ideas like "simply calming down a bit" and "waiting to see what happens" surface now and then, but thehy're not the main thing in Dion's mind. 

After all of this was narrated, Dion channeled his focus to the physical feeling of discomfort, and once again tried to break free.

No luck with that, sorry. 
"Another?" Rai asks. He raises one eyebrow as he voices the question. "I don't recall having conducted any business with you."
"And of course you don't," is the response. "It was quite a while ago. And--" They pause.
"I do wish your two friends would stop moving. It's quite distracting in the context of this conversation."
"Sorry," comes Wiley's not-very-apologetic-at-all tone.
Wait, he can talk?
He jerks like he's shaking off the sensation of something unpleasant, and all of a sudden, he's fallen against the back of the wall, his hands shaking a little. And for some reason, now Dion can move too. 
Rai stares at the chemist without any indication of his thoughts on the matter.
"A'ight, it's my turn now," Wiley asserts as he stumbles a little, trying to stand up straight again. "I don't know what is going on, but this is my place. So I ask the questions here. You--"
He stops, furrowing his brows at the silent figure. 
"I know I'm one to speak," he finally continues, "but buddy, your sense of humor is real bad." He loosens his brows a little and manages a smirk. "So you're the screwed-up type?"
They seem to be silent again.
"I can't hear you if you're trying to talk into my head again," the chemist says. His smirk falls, and he looks to be serious again. "It won't work twice, the way you do things."
They smile. Well, not visibly so, but it's in their voice. "I see."
Like a shadow melting into existence, the figure of whoever "they" are appears a little more. Now the smile is somewhat apparent. And it doesn't fit any ugly archetype.
"I don't have a very good answer to your question, Wiley. Perhaps you should think about it yourself instead. And maybe the answer you will arrive at will be one you already knew." 
An eye appears. Its sight is directly pinned on Dion.
"Maybe you should start with asking this boy here with you?"

(Alright, to be honest I dunno how to plan for this thread, but let's see if I can get it back on track with a minimal amount of singular-perspective POVing lol.)