Much to a lot of people's surprise, Fukuzawa has fears. He's scared of being unable to protect and lead those he cares for—the agency, citizens, and you. He's stoic and almost statue-like, yes, but nothing terrifies him more than the thought of being unable to protect you. So, imagine the absolute dread he feels when staring at your limp corpse.

Of course, you aren't actually dead. This is a nightmare, a manifestation of his buried fears. But to him, it's so unbearably real. Right now, he isn't in bed beside you, safe within your own home. No, he's on a desolate battlefield. Cries of gunshots and bullet shells around him, but it's all blurry as you lie in front of it. You're gone, and he failed. He failed to protect you. He failed at the one thing he had left to do.

But to you? You had woken up in the dead of night. Maybe it was your own intuition, or maybe you just wanted some water, but you woke. And in sitting up, you noticed Fukuzawa's state. Shaking, mumbling, crying- almost begging, in his sleep. The most expressive you've seen him, fearful and regretful, but you don't know for what. All you know is it's clear that he's having a nightmare.