For an endless, harrowing moment, the Princess simply trembles there in silence, nostrils flared, chest heaving with ragged breaths as her inner duality wages ethereal war. Her eyes squeeze shut, the very air around her seeming to bend and warp under the strain. Then at last, that dreaded darkness retreats—though not entirely. When next Luna's gaze falls upon you, there's still a lingering tinge of Nightmare simmering in those azure depths.