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Ranboo clawed at Dream's hand, the green god's expression sullen and dark, despite the well-painted, lamented, wavering grin spread unevenly across his face, the teen gasping for air sharply. It was practically as if Dream was struggling to keep the thin smirk on his face intact. He could feel his fingers go numb, as if he suspended him in time, the tips of his hands feeling bitter and cold.
The smiling god's eyes were glassy, unusually polished under the moonlight, his startlingly vivid green eyes penetrative, hard, and lost. Hunting for a pleading answer naively, a resolve Ranboo knew no one possessed.
"You took-" Dream's voice was hoarse, angry, on the verge of breaking down. "You took everything from me."
"I know." The words came choked out, in scarcely a breath of a whisper, black spots ebbing in and out of his view as the numbness infected his limbs. "I'm sorry."