[He can see that something is wrong, that Vanitas must have seen something in his dreams as well. Aether gives him an concerned look, moving their joined hands closer to his own chest, cradling Vanitas' close to provide some sort of reassurance.]

I... I had a strange dream.

[His voice is quiet, but in the silence of the night it's enough.]

I saw a young boy who was lying in bed. He looked sick and had his hands bandaged. He was recounting the tragedy that had befallen his parents... and he cried.

[Aether's own eyes don't even hide the sadness. He's witnessed many memories before, so in a way he can guess that what he's seen is something from Vanitas' past.]