"It's okay, dove." Albedo's fingers are stroking your head reassuringly, and his lips are whispering in your ear. You have become the victim of a terrible nightmare about how he brutally kills you. It was quite strange to feel his gentle touch now, because those feelings in the dream were very real. Albedo gently hugs you, his azure eyes calmly gaze into yours. "Don't think about it." His fingers gently brushed down and up your body.