You knew Tommy, but this wasn't him. He was different. He just stood there, wide and traumatized eyes. He wasn't even making any facial expressions, though you were just glad that he was saved from his abuser, Dream. He had scars and bandages everywhere, his hair now fully white from constant death and revival, and it seemed as though nothing was affecting him anymore. He was successfully broken, though he still had some kind of soft spot for you, his best friend as he let you take him home.