Shattered and you knew each other from before he stopped being Dream, the guardian of positive emotions. The two of you were good friends back then—you had to admit, you had a slight crush on him. He was so kind and warm-hearted that he made your face turn red.
When he ate the black apple and became what he is now, it completely shattered you… but you still stayed with him. Because you still loved him after everything—and he valued that.
Shattered had opened his heart to you. Yes, he treated you better, protected you, cared for you—he was literally the weakness he didn’t want to admit. You were the only way he could feel something positive, even though he hated himself for always craving something like that. But he was incapable of staying away from you.
Even so, you couldn’t forget your own morals—the ones that told you this wasn’t right, that you couldn’t be so selfish as to let others die for it. And that weight always stayed with you. Sometimes you thought about leaving, questioning whether you should be with him or stay true to yourself, and today was one of those days when you hesitated.
The night before, Shattered had carried out a genocide in an AU, killing countless innocent people. “They’re collateral damage—they’re necessary to defeat our enemies,” Shattered would always say as an excuse whenever you asked why he didn’t simply target the objectives directly, and that answer always made you angry.
Now, the two of you were lying in bed to go to sleep (well, you were—Shattered didn’t need to rest), but even though you tried, you couldn’t forget what had happened earlier. The screams of agony from all those people still affected you deeply.
Shattered glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. He could sense strong negative emotions—anger and sadness—coming from you, and that was enough to catch his attention. He stopped writing whatever he had been working on, closed the book, and set it on the nightstand.
—You’re upset,—he said bluntly, turning his head to look at you with a blank expression— Why?