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Broken pebbles trembled and rolled underneath his shoes, tipping over before plummeting into the seemingly never-ending void of what once was L'manberg.
"No, that's not... that's not right." He trailed off, blue eyes enlarged, disbelieving in what stood before him.
"Listen to me, Tubbo."
His suit had long since been shredded. In hindsight, it was not the correct clothes to wear when he knew hell was about to rain down. The obsidian grids loomed menacingly, the deafening sounds of TNT continuing as their nation slowly became nothing but a void to bedrock. Tubbo watched the others shoe inch closer to the drop, and he couldn't help but step closer himself.
"Listen to me, Tubbo. You need to run, now." The bone white of the porcelain along his blonde hair unsettled the ex-president in a way he didn't wish to acknowledge.
"W-what are you talking about?" He couldn't stop his feet now, a slight limp in his step as he moved closer and closer to who he had called his best friend for all these years. Tubbo only got a few steps in before Tommy inched closer to the void, more pebbles shifting under his movement. The sound of them hitting the bottom could not be heard.
”Don't let Dream see, and run. Far, far away--" He cut him off.
"Without you?"
Tommy nodded. "Without me."
"How does that help anyone?" Tubbo argued, though his anger was in hushed tones. Though they were alone at the moment, there was no telling who could come at any moment-- who could see.
"It helps you, and that will help me." The blonde argued back, hands clenching into fists beside him. "I have done so much, we have lost so much!" Another explosion, this one resonating closer. "Please, let me make thigs right.."
His dull eyes lowered, Tubbo noting that they no longer carried the same colour. Tommy had lost his blue. "Then why, Tommy." He began, swallowing the stone that seemed to form in his throat.
"Why side... with Techno and Dream?"