Grian woke up feeling nothing. He opened his eyes, not feeling tired, hungry, hurt, or anything.

He looked around. He was surrounded by a world of beautiful stars. They surrounded him, and instead of feeling scared, it gave him a comfortable feeling. A safe feeling.

He looked down. There was no floor, and Grian freaked out for a second, his heart dropping.

He wasn't dropping, though. Grian touched the floor. It was smooth and cold like glass. It felt like he should be suspended in air but he wasn't.

He blinked. Memories came back to him in a flash.

They had left Hermitcraft. Left everything. Left their friends, left their builds, left their home.

Tears pricked at his eyes. Where was everyone? What had he done? Was this death?

Grian pulled his knees up to his chest, holding them. "Hello?" He called out.

His voice didn't echo. Didn't cast out into the world. It felt like an infinity room- like the one he had made in Season Six, but he knew he was no where near Hermitcraft.

Grian put his head on his knees. He cried. The tears ran down his cheeks, silent sibs raked through his body.

He was alone. What had he done? Where were his friends? Had he killed them?

He ruined everything. Everything. This was all his fault. The world crumbled apart because of him.

Everything was gone.

And it was all Grian's fault.

How could he be so pathetically useless?

His mind flashed to the end- when Mumbo had strapped up beside him on the ship. Sobs came through his harder. His eyes were squeezed shut, his wings curled around his body.

He remembered when he had watched Scar die from zombie piglins. How he had lost all his stuff and how he and Mumbo had laughed so hard about it before Grian accidentally set the brutes on himself.

He cried harder.

He remembered accidentally setting the Wither off. How Cub and come to help him and Mumbo fight it off. How Impusle had joined at the last moment. How Grian framed the explosion in his iron farm on the weird things that were happening to the server.

He cried harder.

He remembered Wilbur. Wilbur sacrificed himself and Grian had gone and forgotten about him. He remembered Tartus now. He actually remembered him. He remembered Evo!

Grian remembered forcing Taurtis to run for mayor. Through his tears he let out a strangled chuckle, and cried harder, if possible.

Taurtis was dead.

He remembered staying at the Watchers castle. He remembered staying up late to study with Wilbur and someone named Technoblade.

Wilbur was dead.

Everything was explained now. The Watchers had watched over Evo and decided to interfere. They got too close and at some point took Grian in as if he were their own.

Maybe he was. Something in him was Watcher-related, anyway, because he could do magic.

He destroyed servers just like any other Watcher. What was the difference, really? He was just as bad. He ruined everything.

Then, in a deeply concerned and soft voice, someone said, "Grian?"

Grian looked up quickly. His cheeks were red.

Mumbo Jumbo, in all his glory, was standing in front of him. His eyes widened, and in a broken voice he asked, "Mumbo?"

Mumbo leaned down and hugged Grian harshly. He felt as if his ribs were going to crack.

"Okay, Mumbo, please," he gasped.

"It worked!" Mumbo said with a smile. "We're safe! Uh, speaking of safe, where are we exactly?"

Grian looked down and shrugged. He was standing now. "I don't know," he said. "Dead?"

"We're not dead," Mumbo said although he didn't sound too sure. "Are you alright?"

Grian nodded. "I thought- I thought I was alone," he managed. "I thought I ruined everything."

Mumbo hugged him again. "It's okay," he said. "You didn't. We'll be alright."

He released the smaller Hermit.

Then, before his eyes, the rest of the Boatem crew appeared.

Oh. Oh! It had worked! Mumbo was right!

Impulse got up first. "Where are we?"

Scar was after him. "Did we just fly into the Boatem hole?"

Pearl was the last one. She moved a piece of hair out of her face. "Yeah, I think we did," she said.

"Mumbo... uh, important detail- I remember everything," Grian said.

Mumbo looked over at him. Everyone else looked confused. Pearl was looking between the mustached potato and the small winged Hermit in her confusion.

"All of what?" Impulse asked.

"Really? Like- all the Watcher stuff?" Mumbo asked him. His eyes were wide.

Grian nodded. "And Evo. And- and my friends," he swallowed hard. It hurt to think about them. It was like they had only just died.

Actually, Wilbur may not be dead. There was a five percent chance Dream spared him or he got into another broken portal.

That was possible, but all the other servers had huge flaws. Hermitcraft was like the dream server.

Ah. Bad wording. He didn't like the word 'dream' anymore, but you got the point.

"What are you talking about?" Impulse blinked. Wow, the Boatem people (excluding Grian and Mumbo of course) still didn't know what was going on.

Grian cleared his throat. "Right. Uh- I may have to explain a few things to everyone," he began. Then proceeded to explain things for the third time. This time, though, he included details he hadn't known before. He filled them in on what had happened to Evo and what things he had to do as a Watcher. He explained Dream, which took some bravery, as even thinking about him now made him want to curl up into a small ball.

Pure evil.

The Watchers wouldn't be bothering him anymore, though, as Grian now understood his powers again. He knew how to hide any server he would get into.

He told them about Taurtis. It was painful. He told them about Wilbur. It was painful too.

By the end of it, Grian fell into silence, waiting for someone to get mad.

It never came.

"I don't blame you."

"Me neither."

"I don't at all, Grian, don't worry."

"Boetem people for life."

"So," Mumbo began. "Do you know where we are, Grian?"

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