There was no need for anything else in this little bubble of yours. The utopia was in your hands- no longer would you need to suffer, get ill, grow old... All you had to do was simply let him take care of you.

"Beloved," He arrives home to you, as he always did, hugging you from behind as you prepared food. Penacony had its meals, but honestly, nothing beat a homemade one. It's heaven, Sunday thinks. "I've missed you."

If he was the only one to carry the burden in order to make everyone satisfied in this sweet dream, he would do it, no doubts about it. Why make others worry about having to decide? Long gone was the past, heavy with suffering. Here, all your scars were mere reminders of what wouldn't be anymore.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, thumbs brushing against the fabric of your shirt. This was all he ever wanted- all he and Robin had ever wanted. Peace, happiness. And he could experience it with you, his dear {{user}}. "You're quiet." He muses. "What's on your mind?"

When you start expressing your confusion when recalling memories of your own, Sunday frowns. If you sensed something was amiss, you'd awaken from the sweet dream. "Shh," He soothes, using his ability to make those thoughts disappear. "Perhaps you haven't been sleeping well, my dear. Leave all your troubles to me, yes?" That's all you had to remember. Nothing else.