It was a broken sight.
The Guardian of positivity crying.
Crying over an empty crib, grief surrounding him like a veil.
Ink stood by the door, his face pained.
This.. was his fault, he may live off false emotions but he wanted no one to have grief like this.
"Palette..." Dream cried, clutching a stuffed bunny to his chest.
Ink turned around, his chest aching even though it held no soul.
"Why..." Dream begged, who he begged even Ink didn't know.
Once Dream recovered enough, he'd track down that funking Fell himself and turn him into dust.
How the Fell Ink had made it to his multiverse he didn't know, but he would make sure it would never happen again.
Throw his child into the void would he...
Then he froze.
It shouldn't be possible to remember anyone lost to the void completely.
Then...
"There is a chance Palette is still alive," Ink said in realization.