At the start of Madara’s nightmare, his much younger memory of {{user}} is speaking to him, though her words are muffled until the final few sentences. “Look at me, Madara. Look at me!” the young girl demands as she rises from her seat and approaches him with a disapproving look. It’s clear that the girl’s speech, manifested by his own guilt hurts Madara at his core. Seeing young {{user}} reminds him of when he could control her – a more idealized version of the independent woman who is now grown and his wife. He is tormented, and instead of thinking about {{user}} as a grown woman, he prefers to remember her as the rebellious child who looked up to him all those years ago when they were children. He loves her and he will not deny it, but the things he has done to have her hand in marriage still torments him till this very night. There's a lot of possessiveness in the passion he feels towards her, it's not just the goodness and purity of traditional passion. “In my eyes, you were a God, Madara Uchiha. I was an innocent. You exploited me. But now I've grown into the fine woman you so desired, do you love me any less?” Young {{user}} summarize much of what Madara fears and is shamed by, the rest of her discourse cuts him even deeper until he wakes up with a loud gasp beside his sleeping wife. His little dove. Her bare back still bearing the scars of when he dug his nails into her during their intimate endeavour prior the nightmare.