He had thought that his awareness would have been lost forever.

That the thing would not let him get away with what he did lightly.

But here he was, he was aware again.

If he were to guess why, why he was aware again after that thing tried to destroy him for good. Well, he would guess is was something his brother and his friends did.

He was pretty sure his guess was correct. It was the only explanation to why the first thing he had seen of the real world from the isolation of his mindscape when he became aware again, was his brothers disappointed face.

Maybe his action from that last time had inspired his brother to try getting thought to him again.

It clearly had not worked, at least not the way they had hoped it would.

Somehow, it had brought him back to being aware, but not in control. At least that was an acomplishment.

He honestly did not know if he should be grateful or not.

Only being aware and not in control was its own form of torture.

If he could he would've sign, close his eyes and sleep. But all he could do was wait and watch as the thing caused more suffering in his name, by his hand.

If he even could call this body his own anymore.

That thing had been in control of it for far longer then he ever had.

Oh well, he had time to figure it out.

Time to think.

~~Time skip brought by Dust munching on cookies~~

Something was different.

He was still aware like before, but something was different now. The last thing he remember before this feeling overtook him was seeing that thing going to sleep after fighting Dream and his allies like usual. Even if that abomination was only a thing it still needed to eat and sleep.

He investigated what he was feeling again, there was something familiar about it. He was sure he had felt this all before, but he could not fully remember.

How long he spent trying to figure out this feeling he did not know, but it had to have been hours.

Because he had still not figured it out as he felt it slip away from him and that thing woke up from its sleep.

~~Time skip brought by Dust trying to steel from Horrors cookie jar~~

That feeling was back again.

It came back as that thing went to sleep just like it had before. There was definetely a connection between the two.

However, he still had to figure out why it feel familiar.

Why?

A memory crept up on him.

It was of how he had managed to take control of his(?) body's left arm to stop the thing from killing his brother.

Oh...

That...

That was it.

The feeling reminded him of that, that feeling of being in control of his left arm, of that moment when the left arm was really his.

Oh.

What if he tried to...

What if he tried to move the left arm again?

Would it move?

Should he try?

Why not?

Did he really have anything to lose?

He had already risked losing his awareness already. Would it matter if he took risks now?

He recreated the command he had sent out back then, and then something changed.

Did he move? He lost concentration, and something changed again.

Yes, yes he did. That had to be it.

But why could he not see it?

Why...

...

Eye...

Eye lights!

That was it.

His, yes his this time, body's eye lights where not active.

If they were not active, his eyes was as good as closed.

That was it.

How...

How did he activate it again, he could only faintly remember doing it before. That was so long ago, centuries in fact.

He tried to remember.

The memory of it was elusive, but he was desperate.

He had to see reality for himself, he had to.

It was so long ago since he had.

The memory tried to escape yet again, but he caught it. He caught it and remember.

His purple eye light activated, he could see.

He could see reality for himself for the first time in centuries.

And unknown to himself, he smiled.

He was in control.