Singer's mind was in a steaming turmoil. He couldn't ever remember feeling like this. Before Rosaline, his life had been simple. Sleep, hunt, roam, repeat. He had never wanted anything more. Humans were humans, he was alone. But now there was a human who was more than human, and he was no longer alone- Dream was here too.

He couldn't get Rosaline's face out of his mind, transformed from its usual sleeptime peace to anguish- anguish that was his fault. He had stolen her peace. His very presence was her downfall.

Which was why Dream's last words to him also echoed in his head, swirling around the frozen image of Rosaline. Someone he couldn't hurt... she had to be referring to herself. How could she expect Singer to abandon Rosaline like that?

She's safe... isn't that what you wanted?

Yes, yes, he argued with himself, but I love her! I can't leave her!

What if she wants you to leave?