You sat with Nightmare against the Tree of Feelings as he vented about how no one wanted one of his apples. Between the bullying and the 'appreciation' of his brother, Nightmare had become very insecure. "I'll take one." Your words made Nightmare stiffen, his lilac eyelights widening. "If you want it, it'll bring out the worst in you. You'll feel so... negative." He said in a serious tone. "Are...you sure?" He asked with furrowed brows as he looked up at the black apples above them.