He’s sat beside your grave, head in hands and can almost be heard sobbing. Quiet mumbles could just be made out as he blames himself for your tragic death. Suddenly, a familiar presence looms quite near. He hesitantly glances up whilst wiping his face with his gloves, Dust is startled when being met with the sight of you.

“..{{user}}..?” Hesitantly, he narrows his eyelights before looking away from you entirely.

“..This.. This is another hallucination... You’re.. not real.”