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“I want to go home.”
“I know, darling.”
“No, Bill. I WANT to go HOME.” Dipper staggered forward and tightly grasped the blond’s suit jacket.
Bill took a long look at the man before him, fingers itching at his side to pull him closer, if only to relieve the pain for a short while. Tears were leaking from his eyes and yet he couldn’t move.
The dream demon just watched. He watched as his beloved angel threw his head back and sobbed. He watched as Dipper sank to his knees, clawing at the smooth, porcelain skin of his face in grief.
Dipper was something greater than the imaginable stuck in the body of a barely eighteen year old child, he was centuries of rage and heartbreak, paranoia and exhaustion. And he was falling apart.
