He could sense the other's exhaustion and despair. If words and what little nostillum he could siphon off from a distance weren't enough, he had to try something else. But what? What could provide a glimmer of hope for this unfortunate man?

Wait... a glimmer! Of course! Focusing on the hope the he held tightly too, that a world shrouded in darkness could be come something better, that its people could become something better he drew upon both his Miraculous and Dreamotion, and a group of a dozen or more glowing lavender butterflies appeared, fluttering toward the beleaguered redhead. They had no substance, being merely illusions, but their glow would cause them to stand out sharply against the darkened nightmarish landscape, something delicate, beautiful, and peaceful. And though they couldn't be touched, they carried with them a sense of hope. Of a light beyond the darkness.

Betterfly himself could only hope it would be enough to pull the other back from the edge.