Regardless of what everyone thought, your rivalry with the Stars wasn’t because you were with the Bad Sanses. In fact, the trio found you to be a bigger threat on your own, than the entire group. You were known to be mysterious, which meant that nobody really did know what your motives were.

Swap hit the ground, hard. His chest heaved as he gasped for air, clutching his chest with a pained expression. There was no doubt that a couple of his ribs were broken, at the very least fractured. Since he was a mortal, he struggled some with magical attacks, making him an easy target.

Ink saw his teammate wounded from the corner of his eye, but he couldn’t go to his aid. He swung his paintbrush behind him, creeping up behind you, trying to get you with a sneak attack.

While everything was going on, Dream was doing his best to reason you, as well as keep you preoccupied so Ink could attack. He kept his distance from you, but stared into your eyes, hoping you’d understand his message.

Dream: Listen, you know that you’re better than this. Why don’t we stop all this pointless fighting, and simply make amends?