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"He's fucking dying dude! He's fading away every damn second you keep him here! Soon he won't even be himself anymore and you're going to be the reason why!" Sapnap screamed, his eyes blazing.

"He. Is. Fine," Dream hissed, throwing the things that were on the bed into a bag.

"No, he's not! You can't see him! You don't have to watch as he gets fainter and fainter every day and I know damn well you can tell that his thoughts are getting less and less... hell, he's just losing himself," Sapnap's voice shook.

George was scared.

His friend was mad at Dream.

You don't get mad at Dream, it's just... it's just wrong.

George wanted to come out from his hiding spot and beg them to stop, but he couldn't.

Instead, he watched.

He listened to Sapnap yell at Dream, and Dream snap back at him.

When the two of them finally fell silent, George had been silently sobbing for forever. He whimpered, not remembering curling up on the floor. He wished the stupid tears in his eyes would fall and god he wished that he could fix this. He wanted to fix this. George wanted to go back to the sidewalk and the sun and the light.

"Is it really that bad?"

The question was more of a confession, the words shaking with a weight George never wanted to hear. There was something else there, though. That look of determination on Dream's face from earlier came to mind. The puzzle pieces didn't fit this time, however, and George felt like he had spilled them all over the ground and he'd never be able to put them back together again.

"He's so far gone, Clay. You have to do this for him," Sapnap responded, his voice rough, "You have to let him go."

A few moments of silence later, and Dream crumpled to the ground. He cried.

George didn't feel like comforting him this time.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" Dream laughed through his tears, looking up at Sapnap. Sapnap, the sweetheart he was, knelt down on the ground and pulled Dream into a hug.

"It's going to be okay. We're going to be okay," Sapnap buried his face into the dirty blond mop that was Dream's head.

George knew that he wasn't included in that 'We'.

That was okay.

Dream cried for a few more minutes before he calmed down enough to get up on his own.

"Let's go clean up the stupid ritual stuff, okay?" Dream wiped his eyes, grabbing the almost full bag from the bed.

Sapnap smiled, "Okay. Tomorrow we can figure out what's holding George here and help him move on before it's too late."

Dream nodded, sniffling a little.

George watched as Sapnap walked out of the room.

He still wanted to cry oh so badly, the pressure behind his eyes almost painful.

Dream lingered behind, and George felt an overwhelming sense of ohgodnopleasenopleasestop as he saw him reach for the metal.

Dream turned the gun around in his hand. Something hardened in his face.

Then the guilt ridden sad look from before returned and George felt bad.

He followed Dream out to the backyard, hesitating before he stepped outside. He was still wary of the outdoors, having been kept from them for so long.