No Regrets
There were akumas, and then there were akumas that haunted Marinette’s dreams for years after the fact. And it wasn’t the ones where she almost lost her miraculous that gave her nightmares. It was the ones that stole her partner from her that had her bolting awake, gasping for air.
The times when he became a mindless soldier, or faded from existence in her arms.
Those instances were unfortunately becoming more common because something had shifted in the last year of Shadowmoth’s attacks. The man was clearly becoming more desperate – his akumas more violent and brutal.
The memory of the first time her partner took a fatal hit and didn’t fade from existence had fueled her nightmares for months. She had held his lifeless form in her arms. His chest was still, his cheeks were cold, and his green eyes - still open - were lifeless and dull.
She hadn’t been able to move from his side, hadn’t been able to think or fight. Only her team had saved her and Paris that day. She had been inconsolable afterwards. It had taken hours for a revived Chat Noir to calm her down.
It took almost as long for Chat Noir to soothe her from her nightmares each time she relived the event in her dreams.
That day had been terrible - the worst day of her life up to that point.
Today was somehow worse.