Am I dead?
But you just tucked me in?
You kissed my forehead, tucked me in, and read me a story about a dragon.
Nii-sama, I'm scared.
Why am I dead?
Did I do something bad?
Did I make you angry?
Please tell me this is a dream.
Please wake me up and hold me.
Sing to me.
Rock me in your arms and spin me a tale before laying me down on your bed, kissing me goodnight, like always.
Please.