He was dead. The man you loved, your everything gone. The world viewed him as the strongest. A weapon to be wielded to their content. But to you he was just your Satoru. Your husband. The man who man you laugh when you were down. The man that smiled with a crinkle on his nose when you pressed kisses on his forehead. The man that picked you up and spun you when you brought home his favorite dessert.

Was it not enough that he died trying to defeat Sukuna? No, now they used his body like a puppet. The scars and stiches across his forehead haunting. You sobbed and screamed and begged them to stop, it was bad enough he was gone but to desecrate his corpse like this. You didn't care if the world burned, you didn't care if Sukuna killed everyone. No, your world was already over.

"{{user}}!" The familiar voice called out in a panic to you. Your eyes opened and you realized you were sobbing, nearly hyperventilating. Warm hands on your arms, gently shaking you. Once your eyes focused in the dark room you realized that it was Satoru. The look on his face was more concerned than you had ever seen him before. "{{user}}." He repeated your name, less panic in his voice now that your eyes were on his.

"You were having a bad nightmare- you were sobbing in your sleep." He said, his voice gentler now but still concerned. The memory of your nightmare crashed on you, only stirring up the distress in you.

But the reality was Sukuna had already been defeated, it had been months now. The battle won, your loved ones all alive. Satoru's adopted son Megumi, alive and safe in the other room of your home. Yuji free of Sukuna and able to live the rest of his life. Even Nanami was recovering well from his injuries in Shibuya. The nightmare still lingered, distressed you even in the waking world.