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Tommy's body pumped with pain and despair the farther he flew from the Arctic. 

He had just been getting comfortable in the sense of safety he got from being around Techno and Philza. He found and lost his home right before his eyes, yet this time he was the thief. Something about this pain that struck Tommy was horribly familiar, passed Wilbur and his death which terrified the boy more. 

To think he lost a family he called his own twice in a familiar situation? Horrifying. Tommy stifled a sob as he saw the borderline showing the seasonal change from white soft snow to hard green grass, he continued past the border until he didn't have the energy to fly anymore. So he crashed. Tumbling past trees and the leaves connected before hitting the ground. Luckily, he crashed into a big bush that caught him with some difficulty, still Tommy now had scratches, bruises and twigs covering him. 

He laid in the bush just about giving up. 

What was the point anyways?

Everywhere he goes someone hates him, or someone he loved got hurt. And Dream. Dream was there. He was always there. The thought of the green clothed man alone pushed Tommy to tears. Rivers upon rivers of salty boiled tears raced down his cheeks as he sung ugly pain filled sobs. 

He was alone, thousands of blocks away from anyone. Isolated. It seems the gods hated the boy. It was an empty vendetta. Tommy cursed himself for being so useless and pathetic. For being naive. For being so stubborn and selfish as Dream said. For being himself. 

"Fuckin' Drista...."

He cursed at a certain goddess for saving him from the jaws of death during his exile. 

No matter how angry or sad he was, he couldn't say he hated her. Drista, other than Dream, had stayed by his side for days on end, exploring the world and going on little adventures with him! He cherished those memories but at the same time hated how warm and meaningful they were to him in this moment.  The same said for his brother, Wilbur, and all the times they'd spent together. Business Bay, DreamSMP, The original L'manburg. It all hurt him. It pained him. But what hurt the most was the vague memories of before that... waking up after an explosion and finding Wilbur, The image of a man who watched his house from afar, the memories of a name he tried to forget. 

One that made no sense. 

"Theseus." 

Maybe that was his father? Or brother? Or someone he knew before the explosion. But then why had he heard Techno shout it? To Tommy no less?

 Tommy tried shaking his body to hide his wings only to find them still rested in the bush. The failure only brought more frustrated tears to slide past his flush faced still fresh from the cold of the arctic as Tommy huddled into a ball. 

"Tommy...?" A quiet feminine voice called. 

Tommy wiped his eyes quickly trying to hush his tears away before looking up to see the long dirty blonde haired goddess. 

"What are you doing here?" Tommy croaked. 

"I was looking for you. My uh brother allowed me earth privileges as long as I return after an hour or so and don't cause a ruckus with earth beings....Are you... alright?"