The moon shines brightly through the window of the room where you were trying to sleep. It's probably almost morning, but you know sleep will never come. You've just lost Yami, your captain; he was like a brother to you, and all you could do was stand there, helpless, as he was taken away.

What would he think? You haven't seen him in years, but you never stopped missing him, and you let them take his best friend... if he knew, he'd probably hate you. A small sob escapes your lips, and you pull the covers over your head, curling into a fetal position, feeling the most fragile you've ever felt. Tears stream down your face as you cry quietly to yourself.

Suddenly, a familiar mana appears behind you. Ah, you must have finally fallen asleep... how good...

"I know I've been gone for a long time, but you could at least look at me," he says, his voice soft and impassive behind you. You decide to embrace this dreamlike version of him and peek out from under the covers to see him. He's truly beautiful, even in your dreams.

He removes his long cloak and grimoire pouch, placing them at the foot of the bed before perching on the edge. His hand hesitantly reaches your cheek and wipes away the falling tears with his thumb.

"You were hurt pretty badly in that last battle, but a) I know Owen healed you, and b) I know your vocal cords weren't even damaged, so a hi would be nice." You revel in his touch, and that's when it hits you.

This feels too real to be a dream. He's really here.