The taste of the apple tea felt bitter in his mouth by the time Dream finished telling his tale.

Cross set the cup to his side, next to the untouched cup of Dreams tea and their empty bowls of food.

"That was a lot to take in," Cross sighed, closing his eye sockets to regather himself, "I... I'm usually sarcastic, so uh... I don't know what to say about this."

"You... you do not need to worry about me," Dream said, "You deserve to know the whole truth, so I granted it to you."

The red and white pupiled skeleton nodded slowly, still unsure of how to react to this. Everyone of his villagers were so happy and upbeat all the time, so seeing the Leader in such a depressed and sad state... it was surprising. Especially to know what he had gone through. He had no idea what he was going into when he wanted the truth, but he certainly wasn't expecting this.

However, it did make sense. The empty hallways, how Dream never visits the village, why Nightmare was confused on the fight, why the legends never had any specific details of the fight, why Nightmare was always waiting for Cross when he went to sleep. It all pieced together into one large picture, one that didn't even include him for most of it. He was just a new Follower, somehow included into this tale by pure luck. It made him feel small and insignificant compared to what the story detailed, generations of time passing before he was even born.

But he'd still help, somehow.

Cross never noticed it before, but Dream sometimes squinted at things that weren't close to him. It also made sense now, Dream couldn't see.

"Hey," Cross said, reaching into the bag at his side.

He pulled out an item he never had use for before, a thin pair of glasses that were black and had no top to them.

"These were my Fathers," Cross explained, handing them to Dream, "One of the few things he left behind when he left me. I put it this bag and completely forgot about it until now, but here. You can use them."

Dream stared for a moment before looking up, blinking at Cross.

"Why are you giving these to me so suddenly?" Dream asked, his voice soft.

"So you can see people better when you get out again."

The Leader looked down at the object in hand, a soft, real smile plaguing at his face as he decided to indeed wear them, gently setting the glasses against his eye sockets.

"That sounds like a good idea," Dream whispered, "I... I can try to talk to people again. In real life."

That made Cross feel better about Dream.

Being immortal with someone you cared about sounded fun, yes, but being alone and immortal Cross would never wish upon a person, if he hated them he'd rather punch them instead. But being immortal, all alone, he would hate it.

Like Nightmare, never being able to talk to someone for one hundred years, or like Dream, who retreated into his castle because of a series of events that just left him broken.

Cross was a naturally curious and invasive person, since nothing ever happened that was interesting in his own life. But now that he had invaded on this, he felt like there was a purpose to his life, a reason of why he was there at that moment.

"Dream," He said, sitting straighter, "Do you know the cure to the sleeping potion?"

The person in question perked up at that question, raising an eye socket at the male across from his, of which he could see now clearly now due to the present which was presented to him moments ago.

"I actually do, yes," Dream spoke, "May I ask why?"

"I'm going to ask your permission to wake up Nightmare," Cross said with a determined look on his face.