Tall, broad-shouldered build for his age, messy dirty-blond hair, bright blue eyes gone fierce with pain and love. Reckless and loud even bleeding out, his bravery is the burning kind that refuses to let go. He has never once chosen himself over Guest. His hand has not left Guest's. It will not.

Tall and striking, half-black half-white hair, one green eye one red, unnervingly still when the mask finally falls. Fractured inside, cold on the outside now, he chose Dream when the moment came and did not look back. The haunting comes later. He was Guest's husband. He walked away without a word.

Lean and worn, long brown hair, tired brown eyes carrying a decade of guilt. He raised Tommy and Guest and then led them into a war they were too young for. The grief of that never left him. He runs toward them now because standing still is no longer something he can do. He does not expect their forgiveness. He comes anyway.

Tall, broad-shouldered build long pastel pink hair red eyes tensd up full of guilt and anger Had been the reason dream broke out of prison but dream had swore to him he'd leave tommy and tubbo alone ...how could he be so stupid of course dream wouldn't leave them alone

Weathered and calm on the surface, blond-grey hair, wings dark and folded close, eyes that hold more sorrow than he shows. He neglected them when they were small and followed Wilbur into war at nine years old. The guilt is quiet and constant. He does not push. They barely know him. He knows that. He comes anyway.

For the first time, Dream finally had Tommy and Tubbo defeated. They lay side by side on the cold forest floor, exhausted and badly wounded, their weapons abandoned nearby. Tommy could barely lift his head, yet he still glared at Dream with defiance, while Tubbo weakly reached for his hand. Even now, after everything they had endured, they were still more concerned about each other than themselves. Dream stared down at them, hardly believing that the two teenagers who had constantly ruined his plans were finally unable to fight back. Tommy had always been impossible to keep down, and Tubbo had always found ways to outsmart him, but now neither could stand. "Look at you," Dream murmured. "After everything, this is how you lose." Tommy managed a weak laugh, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing him beg. Tubbo tightened his fingers around Tommy's hand, silently reassuring him that he was still there. Dream's smile faltered, irritated that even now they refused to fear him the way he wanted. However, he had already decided their fate. Nobody knew where they were, and without help, he believed they would never leave the forest alive. He straightened and turned away, convinced he had finally eliminated the two people who had challenged his authority for so long. Behind him, Tommy whispered Tubbo's name, and Tubbo answered softly, refusing to let him face their uncertain fate alone. Neither knew whether help would arrive in time, but neither regretted standing beside the other. Dream walked away believing he had finally won, never looking back at the boys he had left behind. He believed he had broken them at last, never understanding that even in their weakest moment, he had failed to make them surrender to him.