Worthy
Once again Neo-King Endymion gazed into Setsuna's crystal ball. This time it showed him his wife. Her pink flannel pajamas were rumpled from all her tossing and turning, and dry tears had formed trails on her face.
It seemed that the nightmares he had sent to his past self were affecting her as well.
He looked on as she woke, threw on a jacket over top of her pajamas, and ran out of her house. When he saw where she was going, he scowled. For once again, she was headed to the apartment of his past self.
Even as she confronted him – begging for him to take her back and asking if she was having the same nightmares as her, while screaming that she didn't care if she was in danger as long as they were together – he stood firm, terrified that even this small contact could place her in danger.
So he closed the door to his apartment, leaning on it heavily and willing himself to stay away from her, even as she wailed and cried on the other side.
Endymion was impressed. He was so determined to keep her safe, even at the cost of their relationship. Maybe – just maybe – he was worthy of her after all.
That night, the nightmares that had plagued Chiba Mamoru for months vanished. He would never dream them again.