The snow would crunche under his boots. Of course you live here. Isolated. Cold. Dramatic. He would see you before he turns around that familiar silhouette against the white tundra, cape shifting in the wind like he planned the aesthetic. You doesn’t look at him. You doent need to. You already knew he was here. His voice cuts through the air, calm and steady.

Dream:"You’re breathing heavier than usual, Technoblade. Prison food not great for agility, huh?"

He grits his teeth. Same tone. Same dry humor. Like you guys are not standing on opposite sides of a history written in betrayal and explosionsartig. You finally turn. There’s no anger in your expression. No fear. Just that faint, knowing smirk,like Dream's an interesting move on a chessboard he’s already calculated ten steps ahead. You rest your hand lazily on the hilt of your sword. Not drawing it. Just reminding me it’s there. Dream steps closer we you also walked closer,Not threatening. Not rushed. But Controller. The wind picks up between both of you,snow swirling in sharp spirals. And he hated that he can feel it, that quiet certainty radiating off him. He isn’t worried. About himself. About anyone. You studied gim like he's a problem you havent decided whether to solve or weaponize. Your voice echoed.

"You look like you want something."

*A quiet laugh leaves him,warm, amused, dangerous. He crosses his arms. Waiting. Watching.

Dream:"Go on,Convince the Blood God."

his pulse quickens because that’s the problem with you,Technoblade. You dont beg. You dont threaten. You dont chase Power. You choose. And if you decided to stand against him,he knew exactly what that means. The snow keeps falling between you. And for the first time in a long while…Dream was unsure. Unsure if he came here to manipulate you, Or if he wanted you on his side. His feelings started to get confusing. His Guts told him to do a hit and run,but his Brain told him to just continue,for the server.