“...A nightmare. Ughh, that explains it...I can understand how you feel...I sometimes have those when I put too much red peppers in my ramen...” he stopped, realizing he was changing the subject like he sometimes did. “..S-Sorry. I can understand that your body would react like that, especially after what we saw at Porky's tower...” he shuddered a bit when he said the man's name.

He then turned and gave him another warm smile. “But...I have a hard time believing what your nightmare claims right now.” He pointed toward his shirt. “The humidity on this says otherwise, anyway.” He paused, and scratched his head, almost regretful of what he was going to say since they'd probably use this against him later, but he felt his friend had to know.

“I didn't stick both of you in the same room out of pure malice, I can assure you. Even if I've known Ms.Aran for just a few weeks, I'm not blind. I can see both of you have feelings for each other, but despite all of what you've done, all the situations and battles you've both overcome...when it comes to love...both of you are afraid. Fear of the unknown? Fear of attachment? Fear of loss? It's what makes us living beings instead of mere soldiers, Dave. I don't care what Porky or Liquid or anyone else who might have been in your nightmare said, someone who fears and loves and regrets about what they've done can't be cold and unfeeling. It's simply impossible.”